The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Headstone lovers
M A Heathcote
Headstone lovers, ingot to ingot, inhabit
These pastures where quizzical,
Young strangers pass for newborn, flowers.
A christen alloy molten to be in-frangible
Wails in its native small stalkless leaves
Enigmatical faces uncomprehending_
Whisper a sanctuary’s promise a prayer
But only those laid low, soul single
Upwards in root, downwards in turf
Know a safe passage, graven home!