Child Cemetery: Poetry of Jeffrey Merk
Skulls Look Up from this deep valley,
And comets die with sizzling sounds,
Outside the ring of standing stones,
By clear waters on Hudson R.
The black paint of the lamppost peels,
The electric light reaches for you,
As you pass idly by on the sidewalk.
You are only a passer-by to him.
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