ALL SOULS
Moonglow on
the tombs shown.
Stones like
white blooms
On the slope
of last years souls.
Beneath the
ground not a sound,
No moan of
protest
From the
bones of last years souls
In the
cities and the county
Walk the
dying and the dead,
A bumper
crop of next year’s souls.
May 2012
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