Patti Masterman


Graveyard Angels - Poem by Patti Masterman

Graveyard cherubs look so cold,
Immune to cries of sadness; fear,
But there are reliquary angels,
And old paintings, that wept real tears.

You plant your loved one
Like a tree, and never look back ever again;
But sing the songs and fight the battles,
Unearthly wars, of virtue; sin.

You do your time until it's done,
And then they'll come, to bare your bones,
Unto that crypt, with impassive angels;
And say with grief, that you are home.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, November 1, 2010


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