Rebirth

Clever eyes seek dust disturbed, for even forks of a twined tale happen, as they do, and kick up dust Which settles differently now, disturbed.   The pendulum swings from dust to dust; the grandfather clock is cleaned just before new calendars alight, Held between both ends: that is where we disembark and dust is … More Rebirth

At East End

East End is an out-of-use African American cemetery in Richmond, Virginia.   They would have yelled at the the shovels If they could But even the poor are muffled well; Coffin technology had come far. There was more life than grief below: The weeds showed as much And made memory of memory.   For those … More At East End