Montparnasse

Montparnasse

a cemetery –
all that it is.
as dry and
as empty as
oak trees
in winter. 

we wander
past mouldering
baudelaires,
various nobles;
revolutionaries,
poets and scratch.

pawing at ivy
and high granite
headstones
for names
we might recognise

like a man
late at night
in the home
of a friend,
searching
for glasses
for water.

Author: DS Maolalai

Photo: Linda Gerbec on Unsplash