Huron Cemetery Poems (I)

April 13th, 2018

RON-TON-DEE
OR WARPOLE
1775-1843

The sun is out,
though western clouds
threaten death from above.
It is the stormy season.

I am listening
to the wind and M83
and eating lunch and thinking
of the dead supporting me.

Two robins eye my salad,
chirp, “The dead support us all!”
The wind howls like life,
blowing everything away.

Still those gathering birds,
with all their hollow bones,
keep moving toward me,
hungry look in their eyes.

They don’t mind the wind.
They don’t fight the clouds.
They understand what’s coming.
It is the stormy season.

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Huron Cemetery Poems (I)

The End of Winter Sings Such a Captivating Song

we left the children outside

                                                            overnight

the snowflakes covered them

we called their names at dawn

using our strictest voices

our threats no longer mattered

                                                            and

around high noon we knew regret

The End of Winter Sings Such a Captivating Song