Benjamin Biesek- A Poem

Bell Flower

In place

of the flowers is a grave.

The grave was built soon,

in the coming days. The mountains

that flank the cemetery are crying

tears of agony. They are not happy,

these mountains.

In lieu of money

I have poetry, but some

money comes my way when

I behave. The tranquility

of night is like money,

it is worth so much. 

Is it the case that night is

worth more than money?

In the fighting of my life

I did not quite understand life.

I thought of life as a battle

or a game. There were

players on the board

and it made me happy to

manipulate as I saw fit,

the best I could. Then

the winters came, winters

of my mind, tormenting torrents

of rain and sleet and snow.

Bio: "Benjamin Biesek is a California poet with poems in the small presses off/on since 2007. Biesek is also a freelance editor of poetry and prose."