A Country Cemetary Poem by Charles Eastland

A COUNTRY CEMETARY

(for keepers of cemeteries)

On my loved dirt road walk
near where the lilacs grow
I asked the dead respectfully
may I walk among your resting bones

I heard the long ago living speaking
faded notices of their breathed times
and like any feeling heart passing here
felt their stone saudades bruise my genes
so joined in my own inherited ancient sad song

dates of a birth and a cry in Cobb Hill Cemetery
fade in a hundred and fifty years of sun sewing
his hot seeds melting away dates that each breathed
into a life chiseled here more sturdy than obituaries
or all the fun photo and digital pictures albums so
desperately carrying our little light into blithe eternity
while bones and stones here in CobbHill Cemetery
rest now in the finest real estate and lovely views
over Lake Thompson their flesh today could not afford

Charles Eastland

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