Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

The Punta Arenas Cemetary (Poem #23, now we're on track, baby!)

The grounds are huge:
well groomed trees
giving a sense of grandeur
to these famous family tombs,
and also solemnity: pathways
named "Thoughts" or "Hammers."
Alone, or accompanied yet still alone,
you walk under these ornaments,
and don't know who anyone is
in the mausoleum with the neo-gothic
angel, despite the family's name
written below. You head down,
and run into someone else's grief
near the above-ground tombs,
and later on a real funeral..
that quick shank into dirt, forceful,
terrible, everyone watching...
there's not much that's sadder than
shovel hitting dirt. Except the silence
and cold clump thereafter.


Olgasmic said...

one of your best. Revisit ending.

thehubcapkid said...

what do you think should be revisted?

Monse said...

Punta Arenas Cemetery is such a nice place. I love it :D

How about a visit to Punta Arenas with me? ;)