The maw of the earth
gaping open, awful
restless souls
not finding people
not a place of rest
trees toppled, scattered.
An open wound
remaining, unstitched
broken stones,
overturned earth
needing mending
so they may rest.
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edited April 7, 2015
Restless Souls – v2
March 27, 2010
Restless Souls
Pembroke Street Cemetery
still with toppled trees exposing
gravesites, a month after the windstorm
February 26-27, 2010
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