The Gravedigger

the gravedigger crosses my path every morning
on the road bisecting the cemetery.
the casket pincers dangle
on the green John Deer
by the rope and the pails and shovels
darting between halves of plotted lawns
dotted with names no longer spoken
and where daisies upward yawn

cars pass on the oblivious highway

to jobs, to doctors, to cafes
to escape, full of worry
apathy, joy, disappointment
mad at the traffic jam
mad at the news
their wives/husbands/friends

road rage — life rage

while bodies sleep cold
beneath, expired

tired we drive
blinking numbly
at lights that tell us

to stop
go, stop


if we deviate
we lose time

but if we deviate
we gain life

the gravedigger reminds me
the cemetery waits

my breath cannot be wasted
unless I forget
I am alive

~ Em ~

1.29.18

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Tears Don’t Fall

Tears don’t fall

In outer space

They stay pooled

Against one’s face

I will fly there

To seek escape

Gather saline

In a jar…

But I dare say:

It won’t be large

Enough for tears

I’ll expect to cry

For my fate, when

I realize just

How far away

I had to soar

To see me…free

A specimen

You kept

Wings clipped

Habitat restricted

In form and function

Pinned to your bulletin board

Studied and displayed

Until one day

I broke the glass

With a scream

Echoing into

My future dream

In a cold vacuum

Unreachable by all

Save for my own heart

And a salty mason jar

~ Emily C.

10.8.17

When I Forget

when I forget, stars remind me.
in a blink, I will be gone.
not them. they go on.
why? why anything. they ask.

the wind at night whispers stories
only I can hear. a gentle breeze
breaks mind’s silence.
live, it says.

leaves are my memories
drying with the coming fall,
falling on the cooling ground,
decomposing.

I won’t stop them.
Jaded,
this witness to the skeletal past,
crumbling
like it should,
certain death of uncertain life.

strangely…soothing.
those stars,

those stars are always there

hanging in spacetime
uncaring of me, of earth
— the hottest coldest hearts
they are.

I envied them once, but
they envy me.

my light can’t go out.

 

~ Emily C.

9.1.17