Sunday, October 17, 2004

this is the grave yard

to day / late after noon
she walks / up the high way
down the road / here the cars st.ill
clip by / too fast
remember / walk facing the traffic
stay well over / / cars hit people all the time
shrug down tighter in to / coat / scarf
around head / around neck / hoodie pulled over
hmmm / deaf to on coming traffic
she decides to follow the road / that cuts
off at an angle / / no reason / / just is @ the end of the road / more roads
the gas station / a hardware store disguised @a house / out building / something / / maybe it's not a hard ward store / fords / chevy / trucks parked out side / / &
on the other side of the roadthe grave yard / / bones / i can smell bones
village of slocan cemetary / welcome
a flat field / some places / no grave markers except the sunken earth / the ground takes
every thing back eventually / some graves
a hundred years old / head stones thick with
black fungus / spots / errosion erases names / for ever / hmm
well some one was buried here / i know not who
dead children are the saddest / entire generations
buried together / are second saddest / mother / fatherson / brother / sister / / lived & died long before i was
ever born
every where / graves sink into / cement snaps
the guy who just finished pour ing cement
over a pair of graves / says / well / when
the casket finally rots / the ground caves in
a couple of feet / all you can do is heap it up
(that's why they do it)
or pour a big thick cement slab
oh
suddenly there are two other men in the grave yard /
& a woman chasing2 white chickens / she gives up / the men leave
i walk alone among the dead
try ing to remember

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