Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Natalie Bryant Rizzieri: Graveside Voyeurism

              - Kapan, Armenia
City of our last two years valleys wide
and this, the longest I’ve lived anywhere
with you.  Otherwise, it is not home. 

Concise rows of gravestones stitch
the hill’s skirt in uniform grey.  Sketched
faces assign dead eyes to follow us

with their last memories of a war we know only
by name.   Fake flowers, wind-whipped and
toppled, deplete the stones.  The sky widens

blue and deserted, among unflinching eyes,
we stand.  There is nothing holding us here
or holding us back.  This pain is not ours. 

Copyright Crab Orchard Review. Reprinted here by kind permission of the author

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