Completing the Pattern

Completing the Pattern

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here -- among white-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each mute mausoleum, to inquire --
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?

© 2019 Michael R. Burch

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An existential question asked in a cemetery in this one. No matter what we do, what we become on this physical plane, one event happens to all. What use? It's a question for each individual to answer.

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Michael R. Burch

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I would compare the question to an unsolvable riddle, like Bilbo Baggins asking poor Gollum, "What h.. read more

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Added on December 29, 2019
Last Updated on December 29, 2019
Tags: funerals, Death, cemetery, mausoleum, grave, funeral, graves, mortality