Graveyard of Gypsies

Washed in sleep at morning’s edge
Tender hands tuck a corpse into the day.

Baptismal breath
Of a pearl-petal mist,
Ghosts
Oak bones
Into brittle creels.

Harbour lights sweep
Rain across the fading
Lily-field of stars;
An umbrella hangs
At the school gates,
The crayoned sky was always blue.

Tread carefully on the underwater staircase,
They creak from the burden of mercy.
Grace of the earth saves us from drowning…..
    Afloat
                        Swimming
                                                     Sailing

Listen to the morse of nature
.-.. --- ...- . / ... ..- .-. ...- .. ...- . ...

The body is the soul’s summer night,
So we wait the murderers in wintering
To be hung, drawn and quartered,
Then scatter your ashes amongst mountain scree.
Your heart is signed ‘No Vacancies’ -
It has an eternal home.

From a plane window,
Minutiae of existence below:
How strange this may all seem.

From dying to death,
How strange this all must be.