at the jewish cemetery

in the east end of the city
as the dreich dawn
keeps hold of the stones
the chiselled scripts
the light
barely there
a path
(an overgrown train track)
takes you
through so many dead
side by side
by side by side by side by side......
clickety clack clickety clack

and granite grey
the clouds
suddenly wet
washing
the ground
the names
the symbols