Necropolis

Poetry

Magpies with pallbearer wings 
Are witnesses to our rites 
Like druids feasting
On blood, on bone 
Wet grass is blinding green 
Heart chakras trampled 
As bagpipes play a dirge 

Our love is buried deep
Where weeping angels tread
The emotional necropolis 
On a hill under an iron sky 
We are hungry ghosts, you and me 
Haunting a golden past 
Because the road is too dark alone