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Wednesday, November 27, 2013


a burial above fevered ground
the violet flowers would not stay;
inaccurate sized blanket bound
sheltering wooden casket, we pray

            supernatural being of light
            bring forth peace and loving on this life
            take her to a different world gone
            past our seeing this desolate lawn

indeterminable grey afar;
realizing in sunflower shades
moral compensation to a star
stripping away unwanted brigades

this, among others for stone display
those that have disappeared underground
where an area lies with no fray
no rules of life, liberty or sound

she is not gone amid the dry leaves
she is not gone amid the green trees
she was never here to fight or stay
she was always here to live and play

Published in New Poetry Magazine's 2018 Issue: