Autumn Gravestones [poem]

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whispering sheaves of grass
hang gracefully over plains
of delicate earthen dirt
and I long

shimmering weaves of glass
shine forcefully under waves
of predicate heathen hurt
in my song

slithering grieves en masse
slide remorselessly at graves
of semicut seething spurt
ness so strong

shivering leaves alas
wake patiently outside frames
over deadweight breeding births
which go wrong

quivering breathe impasse
breaks vacantly into flames
while sensate wuthering works
won’t belong

withering wreathes amassed
make abundantly their vein
when heartrate shuddering jerks
cue the gong

© 2011, Alan Morrison

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