“Empty Tombs,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 26
Empty Tombs
This could have been a day for withering
The dry grass under our feet
Still smelling of Halloween blown in the wind
Long past frozen now in the November chill
Rows solemn row after row
Of white crosses
Lines crooked line after line
Of bleached markers set up in the settling earth
And we walk delicately, carefully to avoid the graves
But we end up jumping over and skipping between
Dancing
Alive at the wet stroke of a low-hanging leaf
Or the sudden dart of a field mouse
We run through gardens
climb over olive trees then up past
Empty tombs
Photo by Stuart Grigg