Lawrence Beck

Red Cliff, Colorado - Poem by Lawrence Beck

I can walk among the gravestones here,
And see my name one hundred times:
My father, uncles, and their parents,
Cousins, some of them have died, the
Babies and the ill, the suicides, all
In the earth together, on this bluff
Above a town which crushes those
Who are not strong. The air is thin.
It's always cold. The mines may open.
Then, they'll close, and life will dangle
On a thread, the ones who ride it
Swinging, reaching for a bit more
Alcohol, another gun, another bullet.
Something here will have to die, a deer,
An elk, a cousin. I won't know until
I see the offal or the gravestone when
I walk among them all another time.

Comments about Red Cliff, Colorado by Lawrence Beck

  • Silver Star - 3,598 Points Pintu Mahakul (8/7/2015 5:57:00 PM)

    Walking on grave stones here is really very interesting and amazing too. Interesting poem shared really. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 7, 2015

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