A Pilgrimage

Going to meet the dead.

architecture building cemetery eerie

May we remember to visit our dead,

that we won’t stop knowing them.

May we remember our place,

finding theirs.

Romantics, they say, have a reality problem

but I don’t know what it is. Maybe the dead 

will have some ideas.

Mortality is such a threat to continuity

––at least of culture, at least of certain

things we used to know,

they say.


Inspired by William Goodwin’s Essay on Sepulchres (1809).

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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