Graveyard Shuffle

We were born in an idiot town, given only clichés to speak, warned by the police not to mix up the words or stray too far from the basic script. Without realizing it, we have been marching to the town cemetery beside our own coffins ever since. Look at these dirty stairs. Look at the darkness pooled at the bottom of them. Then listen to the beat of your blood, and when you do, light will erupt, even if it’s just for a minute, and sea nymphs with red seaweed hair will sun themselves on the ledges of seaside cliffs.

Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.

A Song for Howie