I took a walk
through the bodies today
each and all
bathed in the gray of days
some still moaning
a few breathing
a last heavy sigh
and there beckoned
above the iniquitous din
a sparse-green hill
just ahead, tho soon crested
dipping next, into another shallow
another mud-bowl hollow
filled and writhing
with yet another, following
and another, after–
no majestic mountain peaks
piercing the horizon
and no tall canyons
in which to fall
Vivid.
Thank you, and thank you for reading this older one.