A Sprawl of Cemeteries


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

but none of the 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,
why honor and blood have been wound
squalls of the syntax of scriptures
and ripped by the cyclones of our double helix
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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