Sunday 9th January 2022

All Poets Live in Graveyards

All Poets Live in Graveyards
Their shoes become damp
As the search and move the grass
The green grass as damp as the moss
That covers the grey stones
And the flaking dissolving written words
They struggle with nature
To read what was said of the dead
You will see them alone
Or sometimes with shadows of angels
They talk in whispers and get no reply
They never disturb the people that lie
It’s quiet
Its silence rusts the bars of iron
That surrounds the tombs of the rich
The families that could afford to stand
At Gods right hand
Stern British words
Account for their deeds
While the ordinary man
Rests in peace with his wife
Together again

Coughton Court

Bish 1994

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