Boneyard Poet

I am the Boneyard Poet

always singing them goodbye.

To the empires always crumbling

right before my eyes.

In Church and School you’ve heard me

keening lullabyes

‘neath windows of forefathers’ vision

of beautiful spacious skies.

Standing as dark witness

and catalyst of change,

herald’s trumpet blowing

“It’s time to rearrange.”

Upending the corporate ladder –

ceilings becoming floors.

Shuttering all the windows

and locking every door.

Branding each “Momento Mori”

While singing their goodbye

“We’re better off without you,”

The Boneyard Poets cry!

copyright Lauri Ann Lumby

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