Cemetery Song

Blurry handcuffs sit
on broken stones,
coffins burying water
beneath their

dampness squeezed
into ironboard chants
of the sunlit moon.

Horse hooves tire the grass
on which the crow sits
to soothe its chimney soot.

Light swallows
sobbing bedsheets.

Petals on wrinkled faces-
Screaming mannequins.

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