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A cemetery So, quiet here, yellowing grass fallen leaf turning dark like the hands of a day laborer Dignified rusty teared crosses Names on headstones, a whisper of one who died in 1852 Did he die from a war wound? A cat keeps an eye out for mice like its ancestors did before the oak trees grew tall. There is talk of removing headstones and crosses, making a garden with benched and bright flowers, and no one will know what is down in the soil A French architect thinks it is a precise place for posh villas As it is, no one asks the cats