THE BOXWOOD TREE AND THE GRAVEYARD MAN

THE BOXWOOD TREE AND THE GRAVEYARD MAN

         
 
 
Inhale the rich damp smell of the Soil 

 dredged up from far below.
 Then heaped upon Green grass, and
 covered.

  See the fakeness of their thin smiles
 and dripping eyes.

 Which they cover in black

to conceal the dirt within.

 

 

The good book is opened

words spill out and pool at the feet.
 
 
Emotionless faces turn away.

The swampy earth makes sucking sounds
as the glue of it tries to feast on their new shined shoes.
 
 
There stands the Graveyard man under
 a Boxwood tree

 waiting for the echoes
 to die away.

A shade galvanized in his hand.

The sun now pale and warm as the dark
 suits melt away.

The coldness of their gesturers peels off

 and flakes

 like the egos that spawned them.
 
 
Quietness now rules

as the spade  turns the hand

and now the damp smell of the soil

 is returned back to the earth.

Reviews

[Ja]

Quite the description of someones demise
Along with the sullen tears and cries
I can't deduce if you're just mocking
Or matter of factly, our senses shocking

Thank you for a eloquent tutorial