A Certain Type of Decisive

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The Grass in the Cemetery is Cut Parallel to the Sky

March 24, 2020

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My great grandpa died the day they closed the nursing homes to visitors
And I think my great aunt died with him
No one brought any flowers to the viewing
And I'm not sorry
And I'm not sad
We were strangers
Hey Grandpa?
We were just strangers
And maybe I should apologize
But I'm not sorry for your loss
No one hugged at your funeral
There were no other kids at your funeral
The grass in the cemetery is cut parallel to the sky
But the dirt beneath is uneven
Oh God,
They were the littlest plaques you've ever seen
Carved with elephants and moons
And teddy bears
I didn’t cry at your funeral 
And I'm not sorry for that
Hey Grandpa?
Two strangers folded your flag
They looked your son in the eye and told him they were honoring him
But I didn't even know them
The way they moved they could've been more dead than you
My great grandfather died the day the world stopped being able to see him
There was no choir singing your favorite hymn
There was no slideshow of your youth
There were no roses and pamphlets with your eulogy
We did not eat or tell stories for hours
Like grandma had
Just you
Grey
Sanitary
Dead
The grass in cemeteries is cut in straight lines
To hide the fact that the dirt is still soft in some places
And to console those queasy about stepping on ashes
My great aunt will walk on every grave except her parents'
She is hiding and hoarding
And grieving
And I don't pretend to be so wise as to advise my grandparents
On anything other than their cell phones
But there is no path forward but over
I realize she's a stranger to me
You'd realize that about anyone if you thought about trying to speak at a funeral
But you don't have to be a genius to see she isn't happy, she wasn't happy
Hey Grandpa?
She wasn't happy taking care of you
She won't be happy in that house
She doesn't want all to go through those paper to find out who sealed the driveway
The grass in cemeteries is cut parallel to the sky
But the what lies beneath is uneven

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8 Comments
  • AbigailSauble

    The grammar/punctuation is like that of a pre-teen, but that adds to the charming, yet unemotional tone to this piece.
    Keep on! God bless!


    6 months ago
  • Emi

    This is very sad, but also quite honest and relatable. I love how it just really seems to be realistic in a sensitive way.


    7 months ago
  • Maya'sTired

    This is a very well written downer. I love how honest and unashamed this poem feels.


    7 months ago
  • OpalDove

    this is really good. I like this. Really good poem, but really sad too. I love sad poems. also, umm, sorry for your loss?


    7 months ago
  • Dianne

    It's a sad poem, but remains real and honest. really an amazing piece.


    7 months ago
  • Tushar Mandhan

    Even I don't know much about my great grandpa except he was either murdered for he land or he died in a warzone. Btw this poem is so touching.


    8 months ago
  • Loser

    This is quite sad; I too lost my great-grandfather, and I did not know him well, so I can understand.


    8 months ago
  • A Certain Type of Decisive

    PS When I say Grandpa I mean great grandpa- sorry!


    8 months ago