tombstones waiting.

two darkened and mossy headstones have spent a thousand years waiting

two darkened and mossy headstones
have spent a thousand years waiting
for God to grapple earth’s iron poles,
and change the axial tilt of the world. 
they’re getting drunk off waiting, 
tilted crooked, almost touching.
if the graveyard tender turns his gaze,
the darkened and mossy headstones
might decide in their madness 
to dig, one to the northern 
and one to the southern poles
of the world, and try to turn the gears themselves. 
for everyone knows, even tombstones,
death is not a stasis 
the world can live in long. 

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