In a Graveyard

In a Graveyard

I keep a tombstone
on my answering machine.
A verbal epitaph,
which you leave,
and that I save till you leave another.

It's a graveyard
of hope,
and of waining
untill there's another
to wain on.

In this graveyard,
you can hear howls,
and muffled tears,
of those still there
and those still gone.

In a message,
from the dead,
near dead,
or those dead;
in ways that should not be,
you can hear those sounds
and others
similar to a beat.

-Matthew Koutzun