Thursday, October 28, 2010

the old caretaker

No.
Just let it be.
Do not touch it.
The old man told me. No, he was smart, not buried here.

I took over. Forty-four years ago when my hands were soft and my spine straight.

That one there you are looking at? It is said the husband just let it all go. The way it split in two. The baby died the same day. His heart broke in two just as you see. The old man's old man told him. He told me. Now I am old.

You'll find others here, the same. Spires tipped over like dominoes, some leaning for decades, broken, ice cold, I never touched them, each with a story. Or you can make up tales when visitors annoy you. Tell them Grant is buried back in the rear, hidden beneath the overgrowth. Sure, sure, they'll believe anything. Ichabod here, Ichabod there.

This is a place of deterioration, abandoned and flowerless, accept it. Just keep humming and move along, leave before dark, be sure to padlock the shed. The combination is the birth date etched on that first grave near the crooked gate. No, no, the one with the bronze magpie. Oh, if you see a woman dressed in black floating by, yes floating, do not try to communicate with her, just let her laugh. And wear good gloves. Forty-four years. Where are you going?

20 Comments:

Blogger kathi harris said...

I wd leave 2. That's 2 scary 4 me.

10/28/2010 3:46 AM  
OpenID senderupwords said...

Just let her laugh... Great Mag. Love and Light, Sender

10/28/2010 8:27 AM  
Blogger Walnut and Pearl said...

Interesting and unusual take on this image!

10/28/2010 8:39 AM  
Blogger Diane T said...

You WERE smart... not buried there, indeed!

10/28/2010 9:06 AM  
Blogger marc aurel said...

I just checked over and loved your favorites. I never quite "got" Citizen Kane and Shawshank Redemption though.

10/28/2010 10:20 AM  
Blogger The Bug said...

I enjoyed this one a lot. Too bad the new guy chickened out. He could have heard a lot of tales from this old gent.

10/28/2010 12:54 PM  
OpenID theperfectionproject said...

This was great! Just make up tales. TOO funny.

10/28/2010 1:17 PM  
Blogger Kay L. Davies said...

I like that.
Reminds me of my dad when the nurse was asking him the dementia test questions. She said, "What do you do if someone asks you a question and you don't know the answer?" and he replied: "I make something up."
My dad would have loved this story.

10/28/2010 3:35 PM  
Blogger willow said...

Love the suggestion for good gloves! Fun read, Phil.

10/28/2010 4:06 PM  
Blogger Lyn said...

"Keep humming and move along". What else can we do? This is superb!

10/28/2010 4:33 PM  
Blogger christine said...

Creepy and not a place I'd venture.
But sad that it was neglected.

10/28/2010 5:08 PM  
Blogger kathew said...

eeek lemme outta here!

10/28/2010 9:45 PM  
OpenID gospelwriter said...

an awesome write - especially loved the story behind the broken stone in the pic, heartbreaking...

10/28/2010 11:13 PM  
Blogger Carrie Burtt said...

Love the sketchbook of your mind Phil....this is awesome! :-)

10/29/2010 1:39 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

ha. love the little textures..the combo being the date...i might just stick around jsut to see...

10/29/2010 10:24 PM  
Blogger Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

I loved your take...the cool, cynical detachment of the dead, heh...Ichabod, here Ichabod, there...

10/30/2010 2:50 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

This is a truly enjoyable read! Lends itself to myriad thoughts and wonders.

10/30/2010 5:07 PM  
Blogger kathew said...

good scary story....don't want to be buried there eiher!

10/31/2010 11:34 AM  
Blogger Reflections said...

Interesting piece, kind of creepy, but kept me reading to see his tales.

10/31/2010 12:00 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

Tombstones tipped like dominoes ... love what you wrote!

11/03/2010 12:34 PM  

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