Bernard Gutteridge

(1916 - 1985 / Southampton, England)

Man Into A Churchyard - Poem by Bernard Gutteridge

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He comes unknown and heard and stands there
Breathes there hardly and hands grip
Flesh and walking stick. Skips over mounds
To land flat footed in a bowl of roses.

Flicks at the crazy gravestones
Spitting loud desires wood crosses for himself:
Heaves them up with laughter to hang them,
Dangling on the atheist's fig tree.

Handsprings through the open door,
Signs with a swastika on the visitors' book
And goes through the shut iron gate
With a pansy in his buttonhole.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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