Venture beyond a nearby landfill
Circling evocatively above the paupers’ graves
On Mayflower Hill.
Grave markers resemble key heads
Bearing not names, but numerals
A potter’s field
Stretching from a trash-strewn roadside to a forest
Grave markers resemble key heads
Bearing not names, but numerals
A potter’s field
Stretching from a trash-strewn roadside to a forest
Unnamed graves embrace the insane
Forced to sew their own burial shrouds
While hunched on cots
In the nearby state hospital
Alongside them are infants and children
Resting eternally with strangers
In group plots
To conserve space
The earth comforts the nameless poor
Their dreams curtailed by monsters
Bearing melodic names—
Diphtheria, Dropsy, Dysentery, Dementia, Despair
Beneath numbered iron markers
Lie the forgotten, abandoned, and lost
Forced to sew their own burial shrouds
While hunched on cots
In the nearby state hospital
Alongside them are infants and children
Resting eternally with strangers
In group plots
To conserve space
The earth comforts the nameless poor
Their dreams curtailed by monsters
Bearing melodic names—
Diphtheria, Dropsy, Dysentery, Dementia, Despair
Beneath numbered iron markers
Lie the forgotten, abandoned, and lost
Lives perhaps un-noted
But not without value
Lorri Ventura is a retired special education administrator living in Massachusetts. Her poems have been featured in a number of anthologies
But not without value
Lorri Ventura is a retired special education administrator living in Massachusetts. Her poems have been featured in a number of anthologies
Another poem touching our depths!
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