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Skeleton of Paris

TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH “Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!" Sign in Paris Catacombs SKELETON OF PARIS i dared each dank step into the catacombs of Paris thank the Lord each step was not creaking bone i’d descend, of course my choice, my feet move into the nether the deep dark secret tomb a heavy door surreality adorned below the stinking streets the foul history of death dredged up from six feet deep dusted and cleansed the mandibles, joints, heartless bones the boneyard quarry accentuated death having a new spin on “putting our heads together,” a collaboration of dust the bleak hallway, I dare not touch, i cross myself ashes to ashes, dust to dust attempting to stay in the center of the narrow way O the clink and clank the synergy that will fuse these bodies together at the end of time who will be the first to awaken? will he or she faint away as they discover their dissected bones? The artful remains of Robespierre, Lavoisier, Danton - the dearly beheaded come to life, guests of downtown…way downtown Paris. Upwards of seven million squeezed together. The leap of disease…the health crisis relieved. 1/13/2022

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Date: 1/16/2022 7:47:00 PM
Reads like an Edgar Alan Poe special. Grisly enough for me! ~ gw
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/17/2022 6:02:00 AM
And it really is! You don’t want to touch the bones…respect. Eerie!
Date: 1/15/2022 5:20:00 PM
Hello, Kim. The "Paris Catacombs" were new to me. You surely wrote a fantastic ghost story. Blessings ~ Debra
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/15/2022 5:34:00 PM
Thank you, Debra!
Date: 1/14/2022 11:26:00 PM
A bit spooky, and scary, intensely informative and thought provoking - I think that in the rest of Europe and South America, one would stumble upon the like. Beautifully written, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/15/2022 5:34:00 PM
Thank you, Jennifer!
Date: 1/14/2022 12:39:00 AM
I've been to Paris several times. Never heard there were catacombs there. Pity Hugs
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/14/2022 6:27:00 AM
Oh yes! You never know what’s beneath your feet.
Date: 1/14/2022 12:26:00 AM
I'm on a learning curve here, Kim, love the story and the poetry.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/14/2022 6:27:00 AM
Thank you, Harry!
Date: 1/13/2022 7:06:00 PM
Wow! Extraordinary writing...I am shaken to my chilled, creaking bones; brought to life by this poem, a sense of total, yet wreathing death -- death that has sat so long unrequited, it is the epitome of tingling, ever present morbidity. Alive with sense of a damned humanity...yet to find their penitent way back to God. Great writing! A Fav.!
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/13/2022 8:02:00 PM
So good to belong to God…he’s got us. Thanks, Joe!
Date: 1/13/2022 1:05:00 PM
Never visited the Paris catacombs –for personal reasons. Kim, your knowledge of the revolution and certain of its famous (or infamous) leaders impressed me among other great lines and expressions in this poem. Well done. / Maurice
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/13/2022 5:17:00 PM
It is surreal! We happened upon it.
Date: 1/13/2022 10:25:00 AM
A DNA garden yet to be harvested! Aloha!
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/13/2022 12:48:00 PM
Wow, right?!

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