Journal in VersesRemembrance

With a Blade, a Shovel and a Pickaxe

June 3, 2021

With a blade, a shovel and a pickaxe
It must have seemed to you,
When you tried to invite me to the
State of grace that opened up to you

I know now that I must’ve seemed
Out of an earshot to you
We the living, mired in it, are that way,
Until a blade, a shovel and a pickaxe comes for us.

My friend, D.

Featured image: Misty morning by Ivan Aivazovsky, via Wikiart.org.

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