Gravediggers

Gravediggers

Underneath the starry sky

The naked branches of autumn invite us

To dig! We the living we dig

 

Now the ground is hard but a shovel is steel

We lift up the earth and turn like a wheel

We dig! We the living we dig

 

We dig for the dead a home all their own

A home they can rest in for some time alone

In silent repose to turn into bones

Breaking stones! We dig for the gone

 

Years will pass until the time come

To dig up the graves the dead rest here on

We dig! We the living we dig

 

We dig to let the zombies run loose

One night a year to get on their groove

And they don’t care who they consume

The good news? We dig for you too.

 

All Rights Reserved (c) October 2018 John J Vinacci

Perpetual

Perpetual

Time, there is nothing but time

 

My name is death

She brings forth life

All things are born

Until everything dies

Out of the darkness

There will be light

But something’s forever

Somethings you can’t fight

 

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

 

My kiss is surrender

But her breath’s alive

I’m piercing nocturnal

Into a future that’s bright

We cannot help it

We’re intertwined

In a clock that’s omniscient

And imminently decided

 

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

 

I am the end

But she will survive

All things must balance

There is nothing outside

Despite my persistence

Her hope aside

The machine is our master

In which we appear to collide

 

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

Time, there is nothing but time

 

All Rights Reserved (c) October 2018 John J Vinacci

Blank Space

Blank Space

Writer’s block, glassy eyed

Undefined, empty page

Pad is blank, face is lined,

Ugly, burdened, pained.

 

Years ago, fountain flowed

Reality, imagination – collision,

Present day, bitter dull

Short of breath, void of precision.

 

All Rights Reserved (c) August 2018 John J Vinacci

Hall of Trees

Hall of Trees

One breath and in a blink

I’m underneath the grieving

Leaves

A tapestry of greenery

Breaks the sun into such little

Things

 

Carved from the wood she read

A history of the

Canopy

Firestorms in the forestry

Charcoaled her heart sealed in the

Rings

 

She said –

This is my hall of trees

And in a storm it’s dizzying

The strongest roots are only inches deep

But on my own I think it will

Succeed

 

One step and I’m splintering

Soft against the axe falling into the

Stream

I heard her say go now please

Into your own light and grow your own

Trees.

 

All Rights Reserved (c) June 2018 John J Vinacci

Human/Animal

Human/Animal

Clawing at the broken, soiled earth

Dirt beneath the serrated nails

Howls bleak a wicked spine of wind

Blood is demanded out blackening lips

 

Moonbeam, catalyst, caster of spell

Makeshifted hand into paw, teeth, coarse hair

Running long, wild, naked, free

Something dormant unhinges, releases

 

From the bondage of being human

Civilized and mannered, courteous and heeled

But animal in nature (nature always wins)

Breaks out of containment to realize a kill.

 

All Rights Reserved (C) March 2018 John J Vinacci