The Deserted Graveyard

THE DESERTED GRAVEYARD : EPITAPH Sunday afternoon mid-winter: Here’s end of mortal charm and grace, this hillside where briars claim the footage— weather wears away a few remaining names. broom-straw roots between the sunken mounds, and long-legged brown spiders climb over field-stones. “We are nothing more nor less than what we were. Let the earth have what it wants. We are dust returning to the ground.”