About a Cemetery

I just read something about a cemetery
in this book written by Richard Brautigan
he died back in ‘84
it made me think about
where my father and brother are buried
and some of my aunts and uncles
and a couple of my cousins
and my grandparents on my father’s side
I haven’t been to the cemetery
for a really long time
but I like to go there
every now and then
I like to walk around
and look at the stones
while memories swirl in my head
like leaves falling from the trees
there’s a fence running along
one side of the cemetery
where there’s a large pasture and
I see cows in there grazing on the grass
sometimes
when I’m walking around the cemetery
looking at the stones
the cows come right up to the fence
staring at me with their big eyes
their jaws still moving
chewing on the grass the whole time
I laugh at them
they don’t know anything about death.

 
James Babbs has published hundreds of poems over the last several years in print journals and online. He lives in the same small town where he grew up. He has a cherry tree and two grapevines in his back yard and several pesky rabbits. John's books are available from xlibris,lulu & Internoise Press.