My Graveyard Confession / Enough of These Visitations, Already by John Grey

My Graveyard Confession

I confessed my love
to Anna's pale fearful face
in that same secluded eerie spot
where Jamie Harryman
butchered Lisa Winters
with a steak knife,
confessed my love
to the relentless hum
of Jamie's savage blade
through graveyard air,
the screeching echo of
Lisa's tombstone screams.
"Love you too,"
whispered a trembling Anna.
"Now let's get out of here."
Nothing like young love...
except, of course, for old murders.




Enough of These Visitations, Already

All I have to ask of you
is that you go back
the way you came –
through the wall,
to the graveyard,
the soil, the coffin,
and stay there.

No more shrieks,
no more flailing arms,
no more tumbling backward
into a heap on the floor.

You died once.
I killed you once.
We’re even.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and  “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.