Small country graveyard,
tombstones in ragged rows
like time-stained teeth.

The sentinel trees
slumber, and leaves
cluster on the grass
like forgotten dreams.
Accumulate to vague
memory of dreaming.

Trucks and school buses
skitter past like insects,
as ships in a harbor
shoulder past dockside bars:
there is freight to be borne
until the time for stopping.

The statues no one built
fill up the spaces
between the trees.

MONUMENTAL by: JB Mulligan