Cassie Bosley: Christ Church Graveyard

Fall '08 TOC

Bodies at rest in their coffins,
flowers and flags at their heads
under the branches of yew – five
trees, old, in a circle –
stride through, find yourself alone.

Looking across, more graves
with old plaster flowers,
alabaster angel, wings folded,
names carved with tools, with rubbing.
One tree, alone and on a rise,
stands through the shadow
lending a light –
life shines on Jesus and Druid alike.

Black dog, loose-leashed
with her nose in the leaves there,
the leaves of the yew.
Nobody bothers you here,
the school bus rattles by on its way.

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