[PLOT
on the green / on Cemetery Row]
A stroll
through Carthage stones.:
Gargoyles in grey gloamings
of Autumns
of Winters
of the remains of days
the done-buried
keep secret in rigor mortis
kiss
the grave
pushing up daisies, the cherished
our cherubs below tombstones
there lays
In green tarmac flights
On crucifix runways
Mausoleums with eyes
of pyramids and storms
houses the ravens watching ghosts
from above just ants below,
beneath undulating fog-cotton lakes
Upon the soil and worms and
souls
mausoleums...
As granite angels mime
upward in prayer
waiting in the weight of the lifeless
wake
white marbled expressions
The consternation
of devil may care
None for statues or with halos
the captured hearts in boxes,
coffins / the inmates
American gothic
Gallows
Caustic the silences, secret speak
Life once stories of beams of light
Such vibrant lives afire
(now mere half paragraphs)
in respite / Despite
unforgiven mires
[On a plot of green
in cemetery row...]
Gargoyles in the mist
these arrested flights
of wish dismissed
of effulgent life
through the spindle of an hourglass
spider-webs of fog
where I share my path
Here the haunted besides (roaming)
a land of quietude
futures devoid yet still turning
The cyclic times
The unlearned
The dreaded cold below
[On a plot of green, Cemetery row...]
Rest will happen
but my spirit is a phoenix
Great flocks of birds
Asphodels
Whilst
taking a stroll...
Past plots of green,
In cemetery row
How such silences scream :
the fallen :
death's blanket of snow.
[Carnage. &. Stones.]
Revised edit, final.