The Graveyard of Anna Regina

Rain,

And the
Trenches
Spilling over
Drown the dead.

A wading cow grazes
Eats at the cad of grass
Crowding around the edges
Of those concrete blue Tombs

The barely living marshall meagre
Belongings in search of somewhere dry.

Two days after writing this poem, I discovered that Anna Regina was named after Anna and Regina, the two daughters of a Dutch plantation owner.  His daughters drowned in a punt trench by the town's High Bridge.