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.