We convened one Summer afternoon
at the graveyard long abandoned
seated under the plane trees
on a slab of weathered granite
muffled thunder rumbled somewhere far away.
We'd come to this spectral locale
for a very specific reason
for it seemed to us then
there could be no better place
where one could speak about
“the Unspeakable”
which by definition can not be done
but we wouldn't let that spoil our fun.
I pointed out a colossal tree which had grown up in the middle of the centuried cemetery, and said “imagine what unspeakable nourishment its roots must be sucking from this charnel ground”.
You said that was preposterous, there can nothing nothing there to nourish the tree that can't be spoken about, or described by ordinary everyday chemistry, and in addition, you were “pretty sure” there could nothing that was really “unspeakable”.
You were pretty sure...
you were...pretty sure...
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.