Churchyard Dirt

Ron Koppelberger

Churchyard Dirt

Bewildered by the arcane wilds of telltale horizons, by

Deliriums in murky depths of churchyard dust and crumbling

Leagues of grinning masquerade, the lamenting shape

Of deepening dreams and whirling pirouettes in

Velvet and darkened silhouette, A coalescing brew of desolate

Secret hidden beneath the legend of strange soils and dire discovery,

An innate allure, for passage unto the gates of confederate ancients

And gossiping bones in boast of lives lived and moss accrued near the

Shady side of headstones and roses bought by the passions of the living, a sodden enclave, what tempts the souls of rebirth and denies the decay of old earth.