Graveyard Shift

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I touch the stone

marvel at the smudge of ink

dominating the veneer

 

that’s heartache

 

when headlights hit

the tombstones through

the churchyard gate

 

I want to end it

 

The house echoes

a lonely sound

a forgotten flame

 

it all unwinds

 

and disappears

 

aghast at the atmosphere

 

funny how we took

a wrong turn

            at the sign.

 

The memories

start and stop

braking at the gate

 

It’s a slippery slope

Getting back out

 

Maybe we won’t make the trip.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[zig]

i remember something from a book by kurt vonagut (sp) at the begining on one of the chapters he drew a picture of a tombstone, and on it he wrote the words "everything was beautiful, nothing hurt" that was just something that stuck with me... like a doorway with a welcome mat. this poem kind of has the same effect on me. kind of casual and calm, yet kind of spooky too. really liked this poem, well crafted. zig