Kim Barney

The Graveyard - Poem by Kim Barney

We passed a graveyard today
As our bus was making its way
to Caruaru.

This graveyard was different, you might say,
Because some of the bodies
Were only partially buried
And most were not buried at all
But could be found lying
There in plain sight
On top of the ground.

They were in various stages of decay.
Some could have been placed there today
And others, years ago.

What must it be like
To lie there in the open
And have the rain fall on you
And have the dust blow around you
And into your body parts?
To stare at the sun during the day
And at night look up at the stars?

Oh, I guess they don't mind very much;
They're just old trucks and cars.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life, time

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written on the bus between Recife and Caruaru, Brazil
30 March 2015

Comments about The Graveyard by Kim Barney

  • Bri Edwards (6/19/2018 12:41:00 PM)

    i've commented before now. i liked it then and like it now. i think such a life could be better than some! maybe i should have typed death. no, after-life? ok. bri ;) (Report) Reply

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  • (11/20/2017 8:48:00 PM)

    A very good surprise ending, the test of an exciting poem. A poem which I like.
    I also wrote a poem set in a graveyard today-'Moment of Truth'.
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  • (3/25/2017 2:03:00 AM)

    Kim, I just finished reading your Poem Of The Day. And now this one. I'm not sure how much more my heart can take (in a good way) ! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, you come up with this gem. You had me hooked all the way. And then that great surprise ending! And that great photo. I now know the secret to successfully completing 12 hr. shifts when I'm tired. Keep Reading Kim Barney! Thanks for another great adventure. (Report) Reply

  • Kathy Van Kurin (3/2/2017 4:00:00 PM)

    Kim Barney,
    You have a wonderful gift with allegory! What a fun an interesting poem. I was horrified to imagine a burial of this nature with the earth and those departed left so haphazardly. Hmmm........ of course a place like a junkyard; it is a different story.............................This was a joy to read and lovely interpretation of your subject. Blessings to you...........Kathy
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    Kim Barney (3/2/2017 5:38:00 PM)

    Kathy, thank you.
    Your comment is very kind and much appreciated. Blessings to you also!

  • Kim Barney (1/24/2017 2:14:00 PM)

    What has happened to the photo? This website is totally messed up. The photo is still there but can no longer be seen. (Report) Reply

    Denis Mair (3/7/2017 12:11:00 PM)

    I can see the photo. It resonates well with your poem. And it's a well-composed photo. The edge of the hood catches a distinct gleam of light, like an artistic rendering of reflected light.

  • Richard Jarboe (1/2/2017 11:42:00 AM)

    I'd flip the last line
    They don't care very much
    They're just old cars and trucks.

    love the photo, good work
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    Kim Barney (1/24/2017 2:18:00 PM)

    Thanks for the suggestion, but I like it the way it is. CARS rhymes with STARS two lines above.

  • (12/9/2016 5:31:00 AM)

    The Graveyard
    I like the twist at the end. The reader is stolen into the world of the dead with a clever beginning and then left stari g
    At the junk yard. Thanks for sharing.
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  • (3/7/2016 10:41:00 PM)

    This is a great work. It's a contemporary Ozymandias. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2016 6:24:00 PM)

    That picture really does your poem justice, puts the finishing touches on your
    thoughts. simply stated and very effective leaves me both amused and repulsed at the
    same time, . the value of life andi even death appears to be cheap down there
    or is it a cultural tradition. I really like this poem, read it several times
    and stared at the photo
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  • (3/4/2016 6:23:00 PM)

    just returned to your poem again and realized your dead bodies were a metaphor for old scrap cars abandoned
    in a desert junkyard.
    initially you had me thinking just the opposite. the poem works either way
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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (1/2/2016 7:09:00 AM)

    Verily, it is realized in the last, making the reader curious at every line
    to comprehend the matter....10
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  • Marilyn Lott (12/13/2015 11:11:00 AM)

    Wow, I was wondering where in the world you were! lol But, it is very sad to see old car bodies just lying there to rust and decay. All over the US I have seen them as we travel. Very sad and they would be so happy you brought their plight to light. (Report) Reply

  • Sofia Kioroglou (10/31/2015 3:00:00 PM)

    Good read! Awesome work! (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Sinicrope (10/22/2015 6:42:00 PM)

    Whew! You had me going there! I was like... What? ? I can't take anymore nihilistic death poetry today... Not Kim Barney too! Loved it! ! ! I needed that smile at the end. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rahman Henry (9/4/2015 12:01:00 PM)

    wow. what a poetic penpicture! Text within text. I've really enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • (8/18/2015 2:24:00 AM)

    Good read! A tale within tale... (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (6/16/2015 11:56:00 PM)

    well, MAYBE i spoiled a surprise by scrolling down past the photo and poet's notes to the comments BEFORE READING the poem. and i could not help reading some comments, SO i will not be shocked the way some were (i guess) .

    no horror would occur to me even if i hadn't seen the photo and comments. dead bodies (like live bodies) are not sacred or anything like that for me. and i like medical stuff, so it would have interested me. maybe it would have smelled a bit though.

    thanks for a bit o' rhyming.

    What Are We? Junk! ?

    We did our best to serve you well,
    and now you put us in a Car Hell!

    Oh, it's nice to view stars at night,
    until we start to rust with car blight.
    As for the sun beating down all day,
    it just makes our paint all peel away!

    The least you could do is put us under;
    underground to make it harder, parts to plunder.
    But Noooo! Just leave us out to 'fender' all alone,
    and by boys to be beaten with stick and hit with stone! !

    bedtime. gotta go.

    thanks. Mary-aka-Bri :) :)
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  • (5/24/2015 4:38:00 PM)

    superb! ... cars just might have souls too! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (4/6/2015 8:06:00 PM)

    WOW' an excellent presentation! ! The secret was exposed at the end to be a junk yard. Loved reading it. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (4/4/2015 4:09:00 PM)

    An extraordinary poem great in witty description wow. Cars like humans half buried are beta! Thumbs up. Pls do review my latest poem too called mother natures. .... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

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