Headstones carry last century’s news etched into granite gone
wander the brittle grass paths, find mothers
buried with newborns
between them. I find brothers
and sisters, a wife,
then a child,
a husband – the Great Pandemic.
of a town etched in each stone. Grave after
winter grave, I see where death
turned the calendar
The soil hasn’t settled. They have piled a mound of cold earth on
his son’s grave, carving space for the wooden box that holds the
grandmother’s ashes. A boy holding the earth. It should not be
so – life turned upside
|Hummingbird by Sarah Rogers|
BOTTOM NOTES: Rattles: Poetry for the 21st Century awards a $500 editors prize for the Annual Neil Postman Award for Metaphor. MANY THANKS to artist Sarah Rogers for permission to feature "Gary's Hummingbird." To view Sarah's available prints and originals, please go to Sarah Rogers Art. THANKS also to Robert Olen Butler, for reminding us in his book From Where You Dream, that the human condition resides in the details. Origin of "God is in the details."