Graveyard for the Undead

 Graveyard for the Undead


I feel somewhat remorseful
for the distance I once allowed myself,
swearing I'd trade it for a moment of this contentment.
Distance that buried them
enough so that all I saw were
mounds that grass would never grace;
marking them
easily, to be dug up and expose
pain in a new and fresh way.
With reminders in your eyes
I wonder if they'll ever rest,
or if I have provided them
with a dusty graveyard for the undead.
And with me so immediate;
thrown into a brazen ceaseless wake
for my own daemons,
allowing them to consume me
in my closeness.

Reviews

[Leap]

Dig this one a lot for one specific aspect: You start with the Distance being great and then it smoothly closes in by the end of the piece -- my mind associated that flow with dirt being thrown into the grave as you're buried alive. And so it goes.

[Michaela]

Really nice work. We keep those safe distances for fear of the pain of closeness, waiting around, corpse-like, for someone more immediate to administer the kiss of life. Well done.