At The Graveyard
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Sheena Blackhall
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At the Graveyard (1)
Sitting in the car, I wait. The engine cools
I watch cow parsley waving in the wind
The gravediggers throw their spades
Into their truck
There is fresh dug soil in the graveyard
Tomorrow there will be a funeral
A cabbage white butterfly zigzags over the wall
Two spits of rain drop on the silent windscreen
At the Graveyard (2)
Do dry bones dream?
When the music's over
Do they sleep like crotchets
In the unplayed bars of a fugue?
They are beyond the reach of hatred, love, despair
They are the missing pieces
Of family jigsaws
And their visitors, the mourners
Can you see their hearts cracking
Beneath their rainproof coats?
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