I.
At Bredinsburg Road Cemetery
the fence pillars
stand arched
on each side
where the empty space of
shoulder bone meets shoulder bone.
II.
I tread lightly
here,
tombstones
white chipped shale
scattered and tilted askew
flat like deli plates
tossed wilily nigh
lengthwise into the ground.
III.
Some,
bear children’s names
angel’s feathers rubbed off
by the wind’s thin unmeaning elbows,
huddle like baby teeth
dappled
in the shadows
of wealthy marble monuments,
plaques that say
even in death we are above you.
IV.
Beneath
my dampened sneakers
moss the consistency of marshmallow
squishes silently,
a whimper
of earth.
V.
Behind me
faint foot fall
like the murmur of an infant
paddle
through the thick of dead leaves.
Categories:
wilily, life, loss, mystery, social,
Form: Free verse