St Paul Cemetery Poem by Yoni Dvorkis

The lonesome withered shadow comes here in the night,
to call upon the angels’ grace and soothe the nameless fright.

Convinced he is abandoned as fear is all he’s known.
A ghost imprisoned in the body, Loveless and alone.

He brings his trusted shovel and digs to save his face.
Six feet deep, two feet wide, sanctimonious space.

He wants his soul to rest here, where strangers from his past
will soon come lay down by his side and bond with him at last.

He wants the world to end here, for God to set him free.
If only he could live his life as full as life could be.