The Graveyard - Poem by Kim Barney
We passed a graveyard today
As our bus was making its way
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.
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30 March 2015
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