A reading of my poem, Home. Home: Names upon names upon names, Inscribed onto countless stones; All lined and organized in unerring lanes, Of innumerous tombs atop bones. Sod wet with a dewy glaze, From an infinity of shed tears; Reminding the surviving ones of their own numbered days, Amongst the clusters’ collected span of a millennia of years. Some died in infancy, While others were taken in old age; Some died from delinquency, While others passed on a sage. Some epitaphs read with a timespan only days apart, While others run up to even a dozen of decades; Some stones sculpted into the shape of two lovers’ one heart, While others rest alone, as their legacy amongst the living, fades. One day your name will be here amongst the rest, Once more part of this collective of dust and bone; And like a crow returning from a long trek back to its nest, Here, an addition to the innumerable names, you’ll once more be home...
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 02:59:25 +0000