milner place | along the stream that fell from clouds

along the stream that fell from clouds

he came upon
a pile
of bones

recognized
the glaze
and angles
as his own

kicked them
in the creaming
beck

no use
for them
without
a head

going upstream
beside
the gambling goose
where sat
on a bench
a pod
of drunken friends
a mason
chipped
his name
on a slab

while just beyond
an undertaker’s lad
polished the plaque
on his coffin lid

rest
in peace
he muttered
to the clouds

death
is of little interest
to the dead