Easter Morn at the Cemetary
Ten acres of refrigerated rural soil,Thickly frosted in Easter's pre-dawn;Subterranean saints, quilted in earth,Smile warmly at the band of believers,Huddled above to catcall verses of victory,Into the mocking mien of chiseled stones;The rocky trophies of mortality's coup,North, south, west, and east of Eden. Wizened hags, pimpled teens, snotty-nosed kids,All dust to dust, prey of the […]