Cemetery Walk
passing through stillness
where death has been laid
where the crows go to schmooze
where the wind blows the grass &
tickles the Autumn leaves across
the plain---
every american should have to walk
through the cemetery as
every american should be left in the
middle of a foreign country
where they don’t speak the language
without a phone, a credit card, cash or
proper identification,
so that they must get on
with only the compassion of other humans
to help them through &
a walk through the cemetery
makes it so obvious that
your favorite color doesn’t matter
your choice of occupation doesn’t matter
your sweater fabric doesn’t matter
your fiancé’s choice in shower gel doesn’t
matter
your squabbles with the cable company
don’t matter &
it repeats &
repeats &
repeats into oblivion,
all these needless abstractions &
wastes of time in which we indulge
when all that really means anything is
the attempt at alleviating the misery &
suffering of others around us,
before we all end up quiet,
still, deteriorated, decomposed,
disintegrated &
disappeared
away.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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