“A View By The Sea .. .” by edenbray.

A View By The Sea .. .

The dead die young Ernest Albert Bett
your concrete grave is a trough 
with no pigs yet in it
just convolvulus and ivy

I stepped across your withered torso
the silence of the dogs I walk
death in spades around me
shadows of oak walk past me

Gravelled path tidied by perspective
runs a silent brook so ghostly
wrought open the iron gate
kept after school, the bony lonely

Ernest Albert Ball where would you live?
by limestone cliffs and fulmar nests
moonlit waves that cannot sleep
my mothers grey ashes cascaded


                                          © edenbraytoday09.04, 2021

For further work, visit edenbray progressive poetry.

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