Short stories, poems and opinionated pieces of a Eskimo who realized that the world is after him so he decided to go after the world. Whose tail are we chasing then?
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Cemetery.
It's right in the middle of town
with white crosses
some faded
some bright
right around each grave
are rocks, some painted white
some just the colour of rocks
some faded
some bright
when i see cemeteries and graves
in movies
they walk right through the grave
which we don't do up here
i don't know if it's out of respect
but we don't step on graves
this small town
deals with a lot of pain
death is always
just around the corner
the sun and clouds above
airplanes fly right above
huge fuel tanks are below
the ocean below
there's always an audience
during funeral processions
the mountains all around us
watch as we bury another body
In these past two months
the cemetery
has been busy
has added a good number of
bright new white crosses
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