visiting burr oaks cemetery

Written by: Yolanda Jones

Hand in hand I'd remember a sultry dance that gather autumn leaves surrounding the balance. between here and now while fashions sway in a temptress breeze beyond the craving thoughts that mingles throughout a mindless maze words becomes tokens of grains of sand while laughter bounce off cemetery walls awakening sorrow above slab stone fencing catering to a calming purgatory
quieted by jaded hymns and silent whispers being carefully covenant above the cities shorelines as abandoned depris of poshed plageristic values tinged with forgotten anger amidst the tainted hints of torn angels wing blowing desperately about heavens sphere why covered in weather and waste moss and mace blueprints lay an awakening map of lots and busted up burial plots as my heart dangles behind my soul