Walking Dead

across the tombstones I walk

like some south seas adventurer,

hoping for wind at my back and

free of too much sun or rain;

across the markers of the dead,

I walk, reading what I can

imagining all the rest, wondering

if...  someone will walk upon me;

row after row after row, I walk,

stopping at the end of the line to

see how straight the column, and

as I look around in all directions,

I see a world of dead and gone,

killed for what they believed

or did not believe as it were; and,

not for survival as are or were, but,

for the sheer pleasure of it all, as if,

life and death were the same and

could betaken for whatever reason,

just as you might be taken soon

and buried here with the rest of us.

2Apr15