Cemetery Sunset
shadows
shave lichen from the head of a stone,
as they lounge on the praised dead,
comfortable on a chaste green sward
glazed by the silence of winter.
through this somber ease,
oranges and yellows reach with lazy paws,
the outskirts of a diffuse carnelian cat.
slowly its claws bleed
into the cusp of dusk,
until the metamorphosis of night
stretches out, bold as an odalisque,
ravenous and disdainful
on a brimming bed of stars.
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