At the Bard College Cemetery by Howie Good

It was hidden behind a screen of trees,
an old rural cemetery I discovered one day

while trying to outwalk my loneliness,
the gray limestone headstones stained,

tilted, cracked, subsiding into the earth
in what seemed an admission of defeat,

names and dates eroded, illegible,
the dead forgotten by all except me,

who would go there for the stillness
and the silence and the company.



Howie Good's latest poetry collection, True Crime, was published by Sacred Parasite in Berlin this year.