Chris Bachelder Reads from U.S.!
Christopher Woods photo poem
Thanksgiving on Death Row
Death in photography
|< back to poems
NIGHT MUST FALL
Stranded here now forever, the pale, leafless trees
what calamity comes next and how she can dismiss it
Day by day, the cemetery moves closer to the black road,
till they fill the mirror with casually muttered threats,
presses down, aslant and narrowly obsessed.
by Howie Good