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.