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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2018

GRAVEYARD STROLL

 

by John Grey

 

This is the way I should

find out about deaths,

years after they happen,

people I don't know,

their lives so convincing

in these arguments

chiseled into stone

on flat tablets

or burrowed under angel's wings.

These are real events,

their white stumps settled

into green banks, laid down

in serried rows, artless and

circumspect as the moon.

 

In these deaths, I recognize lives

that may have happened long before

but are patterned and wrought from my own,

We all seem to float here together,

tears and laughter, pain and joy.

So maybe I have all of the memory,

all of the hope for the future.

But the wind blows through the willows

for us equally.

The light shines down in its blindness,

waxes us all.

 

 

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Poetry East, and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Harpur Palate, the Hawaii Review, and North Dakota Quarterly.  

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018