Remember Spiritside from last week? Well, this is another poem from that same collection that I’ve been working on, within the same fantasy world – and even the same city! I hope that you find this interesting, both as a little slice of a new world and a poem within itself.
Tombstones & Rosebushes
Distinguished persons, of some wealth and note,
will find themselves buried at G——-,
just by the citadel that rose, brick by brick,
to replace the cathedral, because the council
needed a home to rest their weary heads in,
and the land was smouldering, ripe for the taking;
from the cathedral days, G——- is sombre,
tombstones duelling with rosebushes,
benches with metal intertwined into names,
dates, remembrances–yes, if you mean something,
to someone who also means something, then you
will find your bones at G——- Park.
Undistinguished persons, whether through lack
of power or gold, or oftentimes both,
will not be offered an appointment to reserve
a respectable spot in G——-, so, instead,
they must be buried wherever possible–
it was the fashion, some time ago, for farmers
to reserve a field for such a need, the extra coin
helping in times of bad weather and harvests,
but with the terrible burning of that slab
of W——, and a mass grave already under Spiritside–
well, it is not sanctioned, but the mind hardly
has to wander to understand where you’ll go.
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Oskar Leonard 