Wednesday, October 1, 2008


We are old enough now
To say we were young
When our hands couldn't put the light down.

We are young enough now
To say not long ago
We wore our age like a crown

And though you've moved on
I'm still here to hear
New hooves on this echoing ground.

Attending Graveside

I've put you away
Like splinters, like jam,
Like the old Christmas tree.

I've hidden you in small brown
Coffins, buried you in my
Little upstairs sepulchre,
Bare bulb and knotted string.

And when I visit you,
I will not lay flowers or bells.
I will lay broken bits of branches
Planning soon, to see this pyre blaze.