Friday, July 28, 2017

"sepulcher" by Ross Balcom

sepulcher

within
the sepulcher

you soar

your coffin
winged

borne by
winds eternal

black
the sky

numberless
the stars

galaxies
scythe-strewn

tribes
of the dead

welcoming
you

fearful 
stranger

everlasting
friend

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: One of my favorite words is "sepulcher"; in fact, I frequently slip it into casual conversations. (Neighbor:  "Hi. Nice day, isn't it?" Ross: "Yes. Sepulcher.") I suppose it was inevitable I would write a poem with this title.


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