Rhapsody In A Chinese Graveyard Poem by Michael Sharkey
Rhapsody In A Chinese Graveyard
All the bright boys turned to dull men
In my time. I watched them, turning
Into things they were not once but might
Have been. Time did not change: I saw
This coming, how we changed from shadows
We were into shadows of ourselves,
And nothing changed. My elegies to nothing
Came, and shadows of the clouds passed
Over everything, the bright girls,
The young men: I watch petals fall.
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