I sit and muse amongst the tombs. <br />Only disturbed by sonic booms <br /> as fighter planes pass overhead. <br />A noise enough to wake the dead. <br />The dead do not agree with me. <br />Continue sleeping peacefully. <br />Planes interrupt my train of thought <br />I cannot get the peace I sought <br />I seek peace in this cemetery <br />So I can write my poetry <br />The dead don’t question what I do. <br />Perhaps they might do if they knew. <br />Their headstones can inspire me <br /> I use their strange names shamelessly. <br /> <br />18-May-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ebenezer-shillingtree-r-i-p/
