The McKinley Review Magazine

The Country Churchyard 

By: MinSoo Aaron Kang | Posted on: January 14, 2018 

tombstones take the shape

of tree stumps

          I see the cracks webbing

around on their surface

                     dried mud in summer


a woman with no face kneels

              like a broken harp

the grass around her are aged

       strands of hair


                   in petrichor

the smell of dried maple

and thunderstorm

rise from the ground

              the hornbills scour for food


on the same ground

i buried regret like a child

                burying his pet goldfish

with a plastic shovel

The Country Churchyard was initially published by What Rough Beast