The Irish Graveyard

we explore a disused cemetery
off an old dirt road
in the middle of the forest

four graves are
clearly outlined
by protruding burial mounds
several others sink down
into rectangular pits of decay

slanted crosses slice
into granite headstones

you step back
to line up a shot
and your heel
makes a hollow
wooden THUNK
you tap again
and arch your eyebrow
– a casket
thinly shrouded
by soil

i step swiftly
over several MCMAHONS
to more solid ground
while you snap a photo

a moth
against cold
and i shiver

not from fear of
falling into old graves
but in reverence
of death’s