The Chime and the Frog
The chime and the frog
Toll over the souls,
Candles and flowers,
Portraits and liquor bottles.
In homage to what used to be
The crickets trill in memory.
Secrets buried with coffin nails,
Specters of Goth walk midnight trails.
The fearful quicken their steps some
Past gates that yawn in welcome.
Cool, dark tombs of quiet bones,
Eventually we all come home.
Karima Hoisan
Feb. 5, 2009
New Toulouse Cemetery
Originally published on February 6, 2009.
