CEMETERY

Who would want to write a book about a Cemetery-
and who the hell would want to read it?
But Cemetery is more than grass, graves, and grieving-more than dead people surrounded by a wall-but that which completes us! And Cemetery is the final resting place for anything that once lived, from those of majestic marbles,
to a shallow grave to "ground zero".
Cemetery is composed of poems, short stories, and narratives; it does not concern any one Cemetery, but every Cemetery that ever was...
Including the "Cemeteries of our minds".

EPHEMERAL

Why are our children not in their homes?
They went to read their names on the Cemetery Stones.
And why do they go there? It makes no sense to me.
They go because they must,
For children are not what they used to be.
So, in their haste to lose the innocence in them,
They also lose "youth's ephemeral gem."
For today of unkind speeds, and impatient farewells,
Our children are rushing to answer their
"Internal Cemetery bells."
So, if you want to say something to your children
Before they've grown,
Better hurry, before they go read their names
On their Cemetery stones.