HistoricNew England Cemetery
Enter deep into our woods
and you’ll come upon an old cemetery.
It was a cleared-out field then
when they were lowered in those graves.
The native slate that marks each one
is now roughed-edged by years
of gnawing time and weather.
The flesh that once gave life to those
inscribed names perished long ago.
What can still be seen and read
are names without memory or history,
except for dates; but even stones
and names wear thin, like gritty
cobwebs through which the most
determined light is faint – like the last
flickers of tallow candles these dead
may have seen as the terrifying darkness
rushed in and blotted out their lives.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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