Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Cemetery Tour: Suite

i.
indigo evening
just five torchlights between us
history lights the way

ii.
the mausoleum
a trolley of dead lilies
porcelain faces

iii.
granite monuments
threaten the sky. beneath, the
water table stirs.

iv.
lives unravel
celebrated, secrets spilled.
does shame fade away?

v.
life's fitful fever
infant mortaility rate
unforgiving times

Ian Row

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely. I almost smelled the fresh-turned earth in the evening air.
- Otto von Herringbite

Anonymous said...

great haiku suite,ian, like otto, i felt i was there!

cathy

!an said...

oh thank you! truth be known i'm quite pleased with it (and myself) [:-)