Little Undertakers
by Joseph Fraser
Autumn cannonballs explode
From the carpet of the
Riverbank, ruby and silken.
They shoot up miniscule
Chitin towers; they salute Death
And tell Him to stand down.
I wouldn’t want to go to Heaven
If it did exist, anyway. I don’t know
Much about mushrooms, either.
But when I lie down like a corpse
To take their photographs, I know
Death is a beautiful mystery, after all.
Cover photograph by Lucas Dumrauf
About the Author:
Joseph Fraser is an avid photographer from Lexington, Massachusetts. He is currently attending Emory University.
