Ebenezer Shillingtree.RI.P.

Sonnet

 

 

 

Ebenezer Shillingtree. R.I.P

 

I sit and muse amongst the tombs.

Only disturbed by sonic booms

 as fighter planes pass overhead.

A noise enough to wake the dead.

The dead do not agree with me.

Continue sleeping peacefully.

Planes interrupt my train of thought

I cannot get the peace I sought

I seek peace in this cemetery

So I can write my poetry

The dead don’t question what I do.

Perhaps they might do if they knew.

Their headstones can inspire me

 I use their strange names shamelessly.

 

18-May-08

 

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