2 thoughts on ““NO PERSONS”

  1. Thinking about cemeteries…


    There are too many dead
    bodies for the local cemetery,
    children and children’s children
    squeezed out of the family plot,
    limbs and ribs encroaching as their bodies
    fold unnaturally to conserve
    precious space beneath the grass.

    Others overlap in a boundary dispute
    between neighbors
    who have long since forgotten
    their own quiet names.

    A disturbance of heavy equipment —
    backhoes and jack hammers –
    jars the hard ground
    as a new mausoleum goes up and up
    in the last half-acre left, zoned
    for a coffin condominium,

    tripling capacity by doubling
    and quadrupling up the dead
    who will lie in state in a gleaming black
    U of granite, inner walls
    faced with pink-veined marble

    names upon names stacked and inscribed,
    birthdays without deathdays
    as the still-living sign up for limited space,
    getting dibs on their final estate
    on a first gone, first come basis.

    (from a mutual friend of Jessica Jiang’s who suggested I stop by, said we had things in common like poetry and an artistic bent…)
    Pamela Spiro Wagner

    PS this poem will be included in my forth coming book of poems and art, LEARNING TO SEE IN THREE DIMENSIONS (June 2017, Green Writers Press and Sundog Poetry, Vermont)


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