Flowers, Satin and Silk (poems from old notebooks, July 1994)

I just keep digging ’em up….

Flowers, Satin and Silk

The headstones were white as teeth
in the cemetery’s constant grin.

The trees rustled like money
and grass pinned back the hole.

The coffin slouched on canvas straps,
the preacher prayed like a coach.

There were flowers, satin and silk.
It was a lyrical day for death.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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