The Graveyard


in waving fields of grass

and little mounds of dust

a chunk of cosmic stone—Heaven’s gift


made small beside the marble wall

the wall well cut, engraved

a monument:



to death.

and round the restless wind

plays dirges unaccompanied

deep into the night

and beetles creep and spiders

weave while dust returns to dust


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