Holy Trinity churchyard

Weathered stone, and twists
of barley sugar sunlight;
arthritic trees and flaking table tombs.
The evening turns to amber.

Empty now. The visitors have left –
families who’ve come to look at
something old, then ease their aching feet-
foreign students eager to move on.

All gone.
The residents appear among their canted gravestones:
Frances Fisher, died of cholera 1839
Li…l Ingram inf..nt 1680
Mrs Cath..ine Stanley 87 d 1729
after ingesting a small pebble….

And others wait in shadows, watch
darkness fall from the air
on the last place they belonged to.

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