somewhere among the graves
they rang around the roses
and burned the plague for its ashes
for what happened when the
black bells rang in the Sabbath?
i took the cross as a stake in my heart
they found me walking through the kirkyard
not that i felt kin with the dead
but with the stone
for the theses lie in the stone
i cannot resist stained glass
and its holy light
red as a vampire’s teeth and
blue as the honest sky
in here i wear no memento mori
as a black veil over my eyes
since i somehow misplaced it
somewhere among the graves
(from Young Voices of Colorado)
