Cemetery Poem by Bill Knott

Cemetery

Rating: 2.7


Who whispers here is forgotten.

Saliva's emptiest fruit
adorns the stones,
words ripening your mouth
to a spoilation
of silence.

Who speaks here
reads a text that downloads
the screen of his fingernail,
through which nothing's visible
as glass is.

For the memorial
we must kneel
to pick each flower
from amongst its modifiers:
but to do that
one needs a hand bared
of all uses, of all trades:
as ours is not.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 13 January 2018

Such a well-penned poem by Bill Knott??????

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Wilma Purcell 13 January 2018

An interesting poem well done.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 13 January 2018

Oh this is as majestic, stately and dignified as the Cemetery.........so stirring and moving emotionally.......... thanks for sharing

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Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

(Cemetery by Bill Knott.) **Of doleful expressions.

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Sue Ann Simar 09 July 2013

I'm a little bit lost in the cemetary, but the last stanza has me lingering as I read it again and again.

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