A graveyard comedy

A lonely ghoul gnawed a bone

in a corner of the small mausoleum,

among rotting coffins it sat

among bodies it once knew

when they all walked in the light

and talked the talk of men

and the sun. But now it

was darkness and the moon

and the coldness of the night

and the tomb. It sat and gnawed,

it knew not who it had been,

it just knew it had lost,

but whether it was a name,

a life or a bone with tasty marrow

it knew not and it cried in the night.

29.09.2013