Poems ✍️

There is silence

in the cemetery, half a world away,

Forgotten graves lay unattended.

Darkness gorges on decay.

Here and now meets then.

To stand beside an unmarked space

No memory as death intended

being-ness without a trace.

The keeper has the records hand

inscribed in antique scrawl

in a little house, with iron gates

He guards the names of all

One resting place a legacy, of

sudden shock of stolen breath

Beneath the ground stirs memory,

of long ago, an early death.

One day someone may ask the way

to claim the plot – erect a marker.

Shout, that they knew of that man,

To all who may come after.



Copyright ©Roan Mar.2009