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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On roads to nowhere/everywhere white crosses dot the countryside seeking a final resting place abandoned now to wait for plastic flowers to be placed as if somehow this will bring closure to loved ones who mourn their passing from interstate to ether state from sadness to glory from son daughter mother father grandfather orphan to eternal rest. White crosses maybe one maybe five returning to death no longer alive. one brief instant horror to blessed rest on a cold siding/a concrete ribbon/ a drainage ditch/a nowhere road. Are they resting there or are they crying to let them be with others in this clay state that means nothing. now the remains of yesterday clinging to memories faded as the plastic flowers/teddy bears/grayed out names that mean nothing to but a simple few who will not let them rest. Oh my soul mourns to let them free let Jeanette go free Bill S. on that lonely road let B.R. road worker lay his tools and vest and hard hat down Fred S. is a memory nothing more nothing less/let them rest … we long to be at rest not be looked upon by passersby who wonder why our crosses are in the middle of Nowhere/we are nowhere to be found. We cry for justice of the past/let us sleep where we are not where the metal and pain and stench and broken glass found us …
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