Saturday, 4 August 2018

Гробището/The cemetery

                                                  ‘Which plot are you looking for?’ he asks.
                                                  ‘I know this place. Do you want my help?’
                                                  He draws a long spade out of his van.
                                                  It seems that we’re to understand
                                                  he works here, cleaning graves.

                                                  How we mark our dead marks us.
                                                  Here’s a pilot gazing at the stars,
                                                  a gambler with his chips on the table,
                                                  that young girl whose too vivid photo
                                                  recalls her last summer at the beach.

                                                  Are we lost? I’m hoping not
                                                  and try to say as much
                                                  before we go beyond the trees
                                                  into a field of broken stones.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips

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