The graveyard

There will be no performance in this theatre.
I know that there will be no play.
The cast are spying through the curtains
and that’s where they intend to stay.
I take my seat and try to see the past
on the stones behind and the future,
rhyming couplets somewhere on the breeze.
I’ve already thrown the long dead flowers
and watched them turn in the dying hours.

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