the strange sound
of cemetery crickets
an emptiness of sky
wind rustling distant trees
the open space
was not silent
and I felt offended
all the glossy plaques
flat against the ground
to make it easier
for the lawn mower
to just ride over everything
efficient
heartless
I wanted there to be monuments
stone angels
horses
crosses
even Hell
would be nice
this ridged ordered geometric
blank canvas of tidy green
was more off-putting
than the deceased
lurking
watching
the strange sound
featured in the poetry forum June 21, 2023 :: 0 commentsEven the dead must get in line. – mh clay