ONLY GHOSTS AND ANGELS



ONLY GHOSTS AND ANGELS

 

 

 

Between the stretching dark clad arms

of towering rock and wooded hill

and under blackened stormy skies

yet not reflecting heavens stars

the metal sheeted river runs .

 

Along its course  the wind blows cold

and freezes  mud in rutted tracks

worn deep by laden carts that groan

in passage to a desolate place

where  crosses of the dead lie ranked.

 

 

Encompassed  by the murmuring trees

their long dark shadows scornful cast

in radiating pools of light

across the weeping grassy tufts

where only ghosts and angels tread.

 

 

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