Westfallen | Archived Poetry | 15092014

in #ancestry6 years ago (edited)

WESTFALLEN


15092014


I know of Prussian fairy-tales
of long travels to the cemetery

I know of ancestral residue
Spirit weights stuck between my ribs

Welcome to the garden of grime and water stain
Another story to touch me -- blush

I can write from weathered bones
And draw tangles from old-age bloodlines
I'm turning novels conquered from
Half-broken tombstones I may climb

I've seen colors mute and wane
Of black-rotted iron and concrete angels
But nothing compares to the poetry
Of falling to dust and pushing monuments

I know a place overgrown with stones
Of names that came before my own

--emkatherine

©2014mkrehage™


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