365 Days of Poetry: Day Seventy

Went by the graveyard that inspired this poem yesterday.

Mr. Sneeringer,
I wonder,
do you live up to your name;
as I look up and see your
stone face staring down
on an intersection
terminally marred by death.
Do you turn your frosted countenance
to those who cause disturbance and delay
on the pavement below?

Mr. Sneeringer,
I wonder,
did they widen the road
cutting off the edge
of your scenic resting place?
Are you angry at the intrusion
of teenage joy riders
and pumping modern sound systems?
Do you bat lives about
in a childish rage?

Mr. Sneeringer,
I wonder,
did you steal the flowers and bears
placed against the telephone pole
to make your own resting place
seem a bit more loved?
Did you request this plot-
high above a crossroads
known to cause bad ends
for the last hundred years?

Stop the madness
Mr. Sneeringer.
We can’t help it –
progress must be served.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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