Kieran Orndorff

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Cemetery

I lay in the cemetery polite and posed
Through the rows of peeling homes
Tucked inside the cheeks of a mountain
The bodies buried atop the hill
Surrounded by a daily vigil
The burning lights below
We speak of war and time
We drink brown liquor

This is all a moment, so I wait with them
The dead will dance, and days collide
The angel at the gate has fallen asleep
This celebration atop the hill
Civilians and soldiers
Invited to listen in

Kieran Orndorff lives in Winchester VA with his Wife and Son. He currently works as a project manager for a cabinetry company. Kieran began writing seriously after the death of his grandfather, who also had a passion for writing and reading.