Analysis of The joy of crosses

Other people injected the earth with us
in the same wombs imitator capsules,
convinced that the ease of loving
can be cumbered by mounds.
Although the earth refused to do its duty
and none of us was crushed by the illusion
that divine love could be greater,
our crosses refused to be prudent anymore
so they met at night,
at one’s grave –
at the other’s.