Poem of the week: Week Thirty Five.

Here’s the third poem of September from Gabriel Preil’s poetry collection Autumn Music.

The First Time
– Gabriel Preil

The gravedigger’s shirt
turned red in the sun,
his boots turned black
with the white of snow:
as if this day
became night
for the first time,
as if the earth had never
opened its mouth —
and the mourners stood
like surprised children
at the sight
of the gravedigger’s shirt 
turned red,
and their blood turned
to snow.

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