This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.
This poem was inspired by something I realized today: Necropolis literally means "city of the dead" in Greek. How cool is that?
EDIT: I just learned that Lucille Clifton, one of my favourite poets, died today. I'd like to dedicate today's poem to her. You can read more about her life and work in her obituary in the New York Times.
Photo by T.J. Blackwell
What is your relationship with cemeteries? Do you see them as being solemn places to visit lost loved ones, haunted places favourable for telling scary stories, tragically romantic places to wander, curious human constructions to be examined, or something else?