Two Poems by Helen Losse

There’s “nothing new under the sun,”

and not much beneath
the silver-laced moon.

Try as I may to pen
an original image

the tattoo on the arm of
Johnny Depp is about

as far as Facebook
leads me.  Despite

declarations of faith,
my imagination thirsts

in the valley beneath Death’s
shadow & further away than

Utah, where one copy of
my latest chapbook is lost

due to human error.  Sure
God will lead me.

But have all the trains
driven into the sunset

(or moon glow) with
hobos in boxcars?

All the ball teams have
claimed the good animals

as mascots, leaving us poets
writing the same poem

over and over again.


Rail fanning

in a Salisbury graveyard,
I carried—in my cup—

Coke diluted by ice.
I walked to the spot where

we planned to view the steam engine,
as she returned from Barber Junction

to the museum. While we waited,
I looked at inscriptions on stones.

Many were weathered, having been there
since prior to the Civil War.  In one section

the graves of Confederate  soldiers stood,
uniform and proper.  There was a family plot,

where graves were separated from the others
by a wrought iron fence.   I saw discarded

drink cans—perhaps evidence of a party—
on and around some of the graves.

As we were leaving, disappointed
that the special train used a different track

further away from us, we got to see a meet:
steam and diesel, passenger and freight.

A rail fan we’d talked to that morning
told us a man’s foot was buried in the cemetery,

after being cut off by a freight train.
He said, “For seven years—

before the old man died—
he hobbled about the streets of Salisbury

with one foot in the grave.”  We
laughed at his story but didn’t go back

to view the foot-grave.
A quick Google search told me more:

The foot buried in Old Lutheran Cemetery
was once a part of  James A. Reid.

The rest of Reid lies buried
in a different part of town.

4 Responses to “Two Poems by Helen Losse”

  1. Helen, enjoyed reading these. They have the distinctive ‘Helen’ touch.

  2. I thoroughly enjoyed your poems, Helen. 🙂

    Isn’t it interesting how Facebook has made it into our poetry?

    Your last poem made me laugh at the irony of having “one foot in the grave.”

    Best to you and Bill always!

  3. Imagine my surprise to find you in my email today. Electronic worlds are spinning round us all. See you Saturday!

  4. […] had two poems, “There’s “nothing new under the sun,” and Rail fanning, published in The Rusty […]

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