Empty Tombs

    “Empty Tombs,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 26

    Empty Tombs

    This could have been a day for withering

    The dry grass under our feet

    Still smelling of Halloween blown in the wind

    Long past frozen now in the November chill

    Rows solemn row after row

    Of white crosses

    Lines crooked line after line

    Of bleached markers set up in the settling earth

    And we walk delicately, carefully to avoid the graves

    But we end up jumping over and skipping between


    Alive at the wet stroke of a low-hanging leaf

    Or the sudden dart of a field mouse

    We run through gardens

    climb over olive trees then up past

    Empty tombs

    Photo by Stuart Grigg