Let the Dead Bury the Dead

All those hidden graveyards just beneath the flesh where the mesh of being cavitates, creates holes in the psyche. Those much visited memories where no flowers are laid but a much-tilled earth covered and uncovered with newly exhumed regrets. Bulldoze them in and they spring up again. Better to leave, to face any other way finding the shortest path out of yourself. Better to abandon the dead, to leave them to wander as wraths into a past that no longer exists, and so cannot now be unearthed.