Sunday, August 12, 2012

In Death We Unite


In a heartbeat
the mundane
humdrum
rumble, jungle
we call our lives
bursts open
and it’s time to put
the dead to bed

 At the gravesite
sombre stroll passed
so many rows of stones
someone’s Solly
Hymie or Polly
A Kaplinksly, Rabinsky
or Moshe Manisnsky

A plane sweeps above
glides through
the misty day
and moments
slow down
surreal
words on display
Soil tossed
and shovels
laid down
face first









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