Let The Grass Grow Tall (Sunday Song)
Let the grass grow tall
it can reach and supplicate
the gentle roll of the heavens
it shall do it with ease
let the grass grow tall
and wrap around the lovers
wave adoringly like a jubilant
sorority at the concrete via
let the grass grow out
and strongly around the headstones
up through Ira’s ode
twixt grinning twinned gargoyles
blanket Juliet’s gothic canister
Romeo’s chubby grey cherub
a vegetative veil over John Byrne’s heroic
white memorial that sits like a lonely white
tooth in the last supper salad bowl
let the grass grow tall
and make its home the derelict chapel
let it plant its cities seed
in the crannies of our flagstones
let it grow
LET IT GROW
and leave me rest in peace.
first published in CFUK summer 2005