Gravestones, poems that paint a picture 2
The Old Stones and the Finch
Gravestones are made of granite;
I guess to hide the dirt,
so people don't have to come as much
to clean them.
I hate you're down there
in a vault of cement.
I want to take a jackhammer
and set you free!
See how the old stones are not crisp?
How the rain tries to free them?
How it liberates their minerals into the soil?
How they pass on as berries to the birds?
See how the finch is forever chasing Spring and Summer?
How far it follows the wind? How each year it returns with new songs from somewhere we've never been?
This is the end I want for you;
singing on a bright branch;
not waiting your turn for heaven.
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Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2017
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