Graveyard floor

Graveyard floor

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

A blackbird trawls the graveyard floor,
after a summer downpour,
hopping from mound to mound,
spearing the worms
whose ancestors once fed
on the tiny victims of scarlet fever;
their fathers who never returned
alive from the Front;
and their widows, starved
from heartache and lost pensions.

© 2019 Maxwell Ryder


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A snapshot of moroseness? A soliloquy of our recurring frailty? Art. Well done, sir.

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*hat tip* thanks, CD

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