Under Crepe Myrtles Poem by Jack E Miller

Under Crepe Myrtles



Oyster Shell sidewalks cross
Our cemetery of history
Death by dueling
Disease snatching wife and child
Cemetery of weeds
Myrtles' purple flowers
Weighted with moss
As if the trees were bearded
Watchers of the graves
The Tomb we graced with
Midnight mutual orgasm
Scythe and arrow above us
St. John's golden crosses
Testify

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