shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Darrell Petska


Stopping at Mt. Hope Cemetery

If it isn't death again, that
one-trick pony selling despair,
wrack and ruin—

Another soul has departed:
the final incense burned,
the doves of mourning
hovering at the grave.

Atop Mt. Hope, where the snake
dangles devastations of sorrow,
the dearly beloved extend arms
and hug, urgently hug—

Skies brighten. Raucous crows
shut up while, overhead,
the lark.