White Crosses

White Crosses

Bones of misfortune, sun-bleached white

Stark standing, forgotten memorials

Surrounded by well-meaning corpses

Erected in neglected grief

In ditches

On trunks

Insisting on being noticed

Along the shoulders of a thousand yesterdays

Events tragic

Fitting

Inevitable

Unchangeable

Drawing eyes from what is unseen

Around the corner

Of a single tomorrow