Halloween poem from The Writer's Almanac 10/31/2010
The Methodist and his Method
by Chad Sweeney
Underground in the cemetery
my grandfather preaches to the other corpses.
They clap inside their boxes
nicely arranged in Sunday clothes
in long rows like pews.
His words stir hope
that conditions may change.
Each man has been given his row boat,
he says,
to lie back in and watch the sky
braiding and unbraiding its light.
No one is safer than we are.
-- from Parable of Hide and Seek. © Alice James Books, 2010
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