The Deserted Graveyard
THE DESERTED GRAVEYARD :
EPITAPH
Sunday afternoon mid-winter:
Here’s end of mortal charm and grace,
this hillside where briars claim the footage—
weather wears away a few remaining names.
broom-straw roots between the sunken mounds,
and long-legged brown spiders climb over field-stones.
“We are nothing more nor less than what we were.
Let the earth have what it wants.
We are dust returning to the ground.”
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