"karved" poems
A sprinkles the ashes while B kneels to God.
C is crying, D is remembering when
E F(ell) down the stairs and called G to
drive to the hospital.
For H’s gravestone, I think that it was
J who Karved the words
Lovely Man.
N had arranged the flowers before O even left
to identify P’s body.
Q will not be missed by anyone.
R asked S,
“when will we die?”
he had no response.
T over-heard and responded,
“we’ve told U before
and you know”.
V pulls another tissue from the box
as W pats his shoulder in false comfort.
X knows that it is indeed
Y who killed Z,
so he ignores and looks at A,
still sprinkling ashes.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 1:06 AM UTC