Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Graveyard of bloom,

cenotaph to life –

all is still.

Last season’s prospects

come here to

mark the place

where the brave have fallen,

and the heroes wither.

Crude crosses, these –

a lid to keep the suffering at bay.

But beneath the headstones,

life is re-born;

nutrient-rich,

decomposition feeds the sod.

After the first sleep of death,

the Reign of the Living

will find its birth

beneath the

graveyard of bloom.