CS Crowe is a storyteller from the Southeastern United States with a love of nature and a passion for writing. He believes stories and poems are about getting there, not being there, and he enjoys those tales that take their time getting to the point.
No Running In The Graveyard
Bottles lined up atop tombstones,
Plenty of rocks to throw
Laughter and shattered glass.
The headstone marks the finish line
On three, everyone goes—
Keep your foot behind the line, cheater.
Flat stones hidden in grass.
Slap of shoes. Silence. Laughter.
Chants. Cursed! Cursed! Cursed!
Only one way to get rid of the curse:
Kiss the tombstone and apologize.
Speak the name of the dead.
Grass-stains on your stomach;
Lips pressed to the granite.
Warm in the sun, yet always so cold.
This is how we honored our dead:
Let the children be children,
There is nowhere else left for them.
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