Issue
#4

July
2009

a poem by George Anderson

Headstone

a mob of time
before the fall,
blue as her face;
shrieking for air

hunched shoulders
lichen-stained youth
shovelling heavy sand
in eternal repose

the fog of memory
blurred like headstone
inscriptions ducking
through backstreets

recalling, retrieving
distant thoughts, the
chiselled marble reading
like broken stone ruins

© George Anderson

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