Grassland Blues

by fyarlgiles


After the death

After the peace

are the gravestones

topped with fuzzy moss and sun-dried tears.


the slimy, felt moaning

of infinity–

rolling slowly into every coffin

and every urn.

There is no place but here

for there is no place

at all

“Afterdeath” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Hugo Barros