THE UPROAR
jm avril
Eternal landscape
Where the old age
Of the stones
Has, of the cemetery,
The dark peace
Of the corpses.
And I notice
The lawless and godless
Young and mischievous
Digging up the corpse,
Questing for the number;
Early morning coolness.
The children’s uproar
Trouble the old folks,
Greedy for nursing homes,
Sparing of vices,
The nomads are mad,
And the sedentary life-less.
I, the keeper
Of sepulchral dust
I like the Black Grail
Of the lawless and godless,
King-like youth
For me the terrestrial.
