Elephant's Graveyard (Bones 2)

there is power herein the roots and vines soil and grass and trees entwines cathedrals of silence hewn of bone stripped of flesh to rest alone within a place where human eyes may never see nor improvise their preconceptions of the dead where death shifts with relentless tread and stamps his everlasting seal on all that once was corporeal and in the peel of windchime keys sings ribs and legs and ivories and skulls with empty sockets bare no longer see...no longer care