The Bard and Jester

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I can be a clown, a poet, a fool, a romantic, a diplomat, a beast...it all depends upon the timing and circumstance.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Funeral


Tombstones
Originally uploaded by vraven.


There is tall and crooked gate
upon which rests an old, rusted rake,
a discarded shovel and a pair of shears.
Just beyond, stand people shedding silent tears
gathered in a circle before a mound
in a stone-lined garden absent of sound,
one patch of solemn brown amid the rolling greens
and the shining line of long, black limousines.

Beneath a golden treasure of ribbon-tied curls
is the soft, wet-eyed face of a little girl.
She holds flowers as she ascends the small knoll
and drops, at a weeping pace, each petal into the hole.

There comes a sound then, that of the preacher
who speaks in a voice with an unusual feature:
it inspires the circle into long, wailing moans
that fall spent among the cracks of tombstones...

Patrick Von Raven 1995

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Angel of death, raven plucking a bleeding quill from his heart... your magical journey upon this earth makes life meaningful.

c.a.

June 14, 2005 3:25 PM  

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