We Want Wooden Caskets

You walked beside me into the graveyard
Where she would never go, for death breathing
Her memory dreams, but we laugh at the names,
Cherishing the strange zany mementos
Leaning lightly against heavy tombstones.
Before you, I had merely steam walked by,
Reading their names out loud makes them more real.
So I am thinking now of how they died,
I will ever refrain from asking why.
We laughed together for the Dead end sign.
I laugh alone at my courageous speech
Welcoming death anytime in my door,
Hold back, hold back you practically hollered,
Knowing that you were right, I back peddled
Talking of Poppy’s final death rattle.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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3 Responses to We Want Wooden Caskets

  1. amabear says:

    i like it and i like you.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. m.a. wood says:

    Two weak weeks later and i am again asking why in “Being a Loser” Figures.


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