Regeneration
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In uniform, employees
shovel the
earth.
Black-coated mourners
embrace one
another.
A woman alone
sits quietly,
remembering.
Giggling teens whisper
terrible ghostly
tales.
A man who
never cries
sobs.
Two children tremble,
answering a
dare.
Crows perch on
tomb stones,
watching.
Blind worms perform
salvage and
renewal.
Poem style: hay(na)ku
This was lovely Jen. The descriptions are vivid and you've captured the setting beautifully through what happens. The final stanza also reads like a wonderful metaphor for life and death
ReplyDeleteI love the final stanza. Thanks, Jen.
ReplyDeleteI liked the various scenes you have presented here, if I interpreted the poem correctly. Concise and vivid. The ending stanza is beautifully written.
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