Poem: Covered

Photo credit JDR Hawkins.com 2016 “Not surprisingly, the Antietam battlefield is reportedly one of the most haunted places in the country. Visitors have heard gunfire and smelled gunpowder near the Bloody Lane when it was completely deserted, and many have seen ghostly apparitions in that area”

 

Covered

by Shannon Laws

 

I am the grass. Let me work

writes Sandburg

 

Grass fixes a battlefield with memory loss

Pile up your second-hand mistakes

bodies of unfinished work

blood of sacrificed Saturday nights

onto this field and wait—

two years, ten

Time heals but grass covers all.

Poem: The Field

winterberries
The Common Snowberry (Death Berry) , Symphoricarpos albus

The Field

Bushes of death-berries near the bus stop begged me to take their picture last week. Branches whip their winter fruit, heavy at the end, as proud as a child holding summer’s vanilla cone. Proud they are plump, ready for the eating, stiff sticks shake nervous in the morning fog—

Remember us, this field of us!

Poking out in clusters, brillo-pad raisined blackberries sleep alongside winter’s bleached fruit.  The field is a young girl’s hair needing a wash and comb.

A week later the corner is stamped mud-brown
a chocolate square cake decorated with a yellow back-hoe.

I missed the pulls and yanks at the knots,
the discovery of a chrome bumper, a smashed
burn barrel and two pickle buckets.

When did this happen?
I never got to say goodbye.

 

~by SPL