They buried the boy

I saw them burying the boy during the night. It looked as though they’d been there all day too. Lanky shadows of seemingly different ages, holding shovels and burying the boy. When I stopped to look, they looked back at me. They didn’t move. I walked up to the grave and peered inside. “Burying the boy.” I said to myself, “Burying the boy with his mother?” Then, I bit my cheek and walked away. Who was the boy? I don’t know, they buried him.