Bernardo F. Asuncion Poet Rondeau

In the Graveyard

In the graveyard, a rich person
ended up right after he’s gone.
His jewels went with his own pride
to tomb with a cross mark outside
and a crown of flowers thereon.

Roof showed up in its construction.
Birds made it as their asylum
as they in glee sang and did glide
in the graveyard.

Then twilight came before the dawn.
A wide-eyed cold statue looked on;
witnessing the robbers who tried
to conduct a terrible heist.
Thieves opened the casket’s portion
in the graveyard.

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