There Is So Much Life At a Graveyard
There is so much life at a graveyard
the wind howls
the trees bow
pines sprinkle upon the ground
dust is kicked and moved
mounds pile to the sky
birds keep subtle watch
guards at a silent prison
There is so much life at a graveyard
the Tombstone
grey
and
worn
The tombstone maker
sweat carved into hewn rock
the names of the living dead
etched
forever
to be read
People from all background
all ages
all faiths
all political creeds
all together
A dead UN
A dead smorgussborg
a dead farmer's market
a dead hotel
There is so much life at a graveyard
Down
below
the
dirty
dust
depths
Lies the body
bloated and blistered
decomposing
why do we call Maggots, Death
It is new life
born out of death and decay
a cycle, that is endless
forever living and changing
dust to dust, back to Mother Earth
we all go together
everyone
everything
eventually
The End
Or is it?
There is so much life at a graveyard
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