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.
The Top Banana 