Secrets of the Dead
the secrets of the dead tell the stories of lies
and the serpent slithers through hollow bones and flies
painful screams echoe through history and over time
the blood in my viens curdle as i listen to my forefathers voices in my mind
gestures of love seize the moments in time
but longevity and tolerance love refuses to define
in darkened night you can hear the wind through the trees
but the abscence of love can be heard by the cry of the leaves
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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