The Grave
By John F. Kriscenski
The grave.
A silent place the grave.
Canals and gutters washed bodies decay; the living stay away.
The worms.
The germs.
Once burdened horses tread, now long and buried also dead.
The spirit moves but never leaves its place forever among dead trees.
John F. Kriscenski and his wife have been vacationing on Martha’s Vineyard every year since 1978.
Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to community@mvtimes.com.
