The Graveyard on Somerville Ave.

The stunted

bleached tablets

are like alien eruptions

as the tumbleweed

debris of Demoula's market

skirts over the graves

like transient

wind-blown mourners.

( published in the Somerville Journal)

From a marker

1789

( on inspection, a life cut comically short)

one can feel

the looming

21st Century Towers

of Boston

casting a shadow

on this ancient

gated community of

the dead.

And pedestrians

pass

with flapping ,studded tongues

and tunnel their

vision for the straight ahead

and never look back

at these Somerville

dead.