Grave Poem of Sp0on Island: Jonas Bateman
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…