rock garden with green plants

After Life

CIVIL WAR HEADSTONES

Fate Stewart,
two rows over
from Gip Sword.

OUT HERE

Dust and silence of
the moonscape of the Basin

Someone mails a letter,
red flag raised

OBIT WRITER

I give you
black words
in white space.

Maybe we go
to darkness,
maybe we go to light.

Maybe any words
will do.