What The Tombstone Does Not Tell Poem by guillermo veloso

What The Tombstone Does Not Tell



He was poured from the sea
She grown of it
He a rogue and sailor
She an impossible flower
Entwined and ensnared a life lived
The tombstone speaks only in its
Sun baked granite-tongue
Of their passage here
Nothing is told of the wet passion
That is left engraved in the
Flesh and dreams of
The left-behind.
Bone and dirt now bind them.
In this the tombstone is silent

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: stories
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