A FINE AUTUMN DAY

they suck the life out
of the corpse-less dead
filling them with
lurid memorabilia
for the tourists
who walk among the tombstones
of this graveyard city.

from tragedy we gladly inherit
silver from the ole mint farm
to place on the mantel
of the patriotic.

ovine superstition
the poetry of numbers
suicide jacks and
jackson origami:
portents and prophesy
that feed the need to hate and rejoice.

grieving widows spew forth
tearful soliloquies clutching
their orphaned children's faces
on  the covers of magazines.

the voiceless mourners seek not
the velvet backdrop to act out their loss
as the rest enjoy the candlelit festivities
and commemorative stamps.

the looping footage proves
futile as a ghost
the real pain is forgotten
on a fine autumn day.

Reviews

[Suditi]

Such profound writing.
The choice of words, simply amazing.

[Mark]

Wow, so much imagery it's almost like looking into an kaleidoscope! Very well done. :)

[Wondering Mind]

Powerful and excellently phrased (very original/unique).
You have a mastery (or should it be Mistressry?) of powerfully ending your deep poems.

[Babe Roxx]

I love your choice of words in your poem, MB, most of all the flow and the story to your poem just meshed well. Excellently done.

[pinpen]

wow a very wonderful piece, I really enjoyed this write.

[SuicidePact.]

Very Powerful piece.

[BlueJay]

Ooh. I actually like this! It's a different view on Autumn, and it maintains its chill throughout the stanzas. The third stanza is my favourite!

[Blindfolded]

A wonderful piece of writing. It's very well written, emotional and poignant.

[Heromen Selena]

This had me at the beginning, to me it described the Battle of Gettysburg and how so much of the patriots blood was spilled. This gives off sadness and remorse. Great Poem. Thank you for it :)

[WhiteWillow]

Great piece! Could be any war, or tragedy, but I think back to 9/11, especially because of the title; and it was.