Grave Yard

Honey-drunk, hovering
Over the widow-weeds
Of a discarded grave

Yellow buzzing above
Cool slumber below
Unseeing worms in tow

Sweet-smelling pollen
Powdering the cold stone
While forgotten putrescence
Rots its way out, whence

Sucks itself up
In seedy sandy soil
Rooted runted weeds
In a graveyard lead
A new lease of life and feed
On dissolving bones
And silenced moans


Human flower flesh
Translated cells
Chiming bluebells
Bright and fresh
Making new
When passing is through

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