A Sprawl of Cemeteries


blood for blood is in our bones
the bass line of a ceaseless requiem
justice shouts carpe diem

but none slaughtered are soothed
and the living gloat and hoot,
or wail, Why’d it have to be him?

why other solutions
have not been drawn
from leaves of good books
so that honor and blood are not wound
round squalls of syntax of scriptures
and the cyclones of our double helix is

anybody’s guess

why is left to be lived
by folk who simply believe that
death for death yields no more
than a sprawl of cemeteries

by Jim Culleny, 5/2/11

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