Crematorium Crevice Poem by Richard G Berg

Crematorium Crevice

She cuckooed me towards a tree
Eyes arrowing an opening
Mid-way down its trunk
About the size of a baseball
Mystifying attention
Carved out by bird, smoke
Or the charm of knife.

'Go up close. Listen, ' she urged
So, I pressed one eye's ear
Fetching from this woody well
A dark breeze
And the scent
Of nothing


Richard G Berg
May 2026

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