Poem: Cemetery Sunset

 

Cemetery Sunset

 

shadows 

shave lichen from stones,

languorous over the paltry dead.

far too comfortable, it seems, 

on this chaste glazed sward

greened by the silence of winter.

and yet then

the somber startles, turns orange and yellow,

reaching up to stretch bold yet lazy paws,

somehow the outskirts of the prowl of some 

vast carnelian cat.

slowly, ever so much, 

its claws bleed into the gravstones' epitaphs, 

letter by letter, word by word of absurd rest,

feeding the slouch of a darkening amaranth.

 

and so on,

 

bold as Hecate's bed,

ravenous and disdainful,

brimming with fearsome rapture 

in a seraglio of stars.

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