One cold wet day the ravens
were pecking around the charnel grounds
eyeing me with suspicion

the sea was wild
the wind was cold
the rain was relentless

what were we doing here
paying our respects
or biding time to enter

felt like we’d done this before
meandering between the headstones
wondering why they’d left this life

the weather had set the mood
they were waiting for food
me contemplative in my solitude