This
twisting road
Disappearing
into twilight
Falls
away around the corner
Swallowed
up in trees
Spindly
tall foliage
Hiding
secrets and mysteries
Like
the surprise that meets me
As
I round the corner
The
yellow diamond sign
Tells
me a church is near by
But
the warning is incomplete
It
should have an asterisks
Followed
by a lengthy addendum
Something
pithy and explanatory
*The
glowing lights you will see
Scattered through the graveyard
Approaching on your left
Are not ghost or fairies
Goblins nor swamp gas:
Please do not be alarmed
There
is no such warning
I
am caught off guard
Luckily
the country road is deserted
As
I serve slightly in reaction
Distracted
by the glowing accents
Gracing
intermittent gravestones
With
a tranquil, restful glow
I’m
not sure
As
I look at this odd sight
If
I really get it
As
I observe crosses and angels
Shinning
their solar powered radiance
They
are like little lanterns
Held
aloft by the dreary ferryman
As
he drudgingly navigates
The
blackened murky waters
Of
the dead river Styx
Are
the souls in this cemetery
In
need of a little more
An
extra guiding light
Left
out of charity
To
encourage a certain path
I
don’t think they appreciate it
In
fact
It
could be considered rude
Making
blatant use of a sun
They
no longer have need of
And
provide a whimsical light
That
mocks the blindness of their death
Decorate
their headstone
And
then leave a prohibitive barrier
A
full six feet of soil
To
block all aesthetic benefit
Which
surely would enrich
The
infinite boredom
As
they decompose below
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