Poetry Submission: My Grandfather’s Grave Stands Abandoned

Written by Holden Kenicott

My Grandfather’s Grave Stands Abandoned

On my road

Ancient birds and grasses

Lined the world’s frame

But heavy winds flowed through my heart

And while searching

I came upon a man

He handed me a fine picture

And a glittery gun

But when I fired it

The bullet came back

And a dark cloud

Struck me in the face…

I thought if I’d take a sip from that pretty cup

I’d last a long, long, time

But my home

Has become a cage

That makes space for the average, the faceless, the performers with no stage

And every beast has taken flight

Now I press my swollen ear against the wall

To hear the steady throb

Of a summer in silence

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Holden Kennicott chose to submit this story anonymously. Happy reading!