Underlay
Cold fingers of mist draw ground ghosts
over churchyard graves.
It's a pretty scene and the underlay
of shallow bones
adds a musky flavone of finality
that seeps
from the green mounds.
A Pitbull on a leash
tugs at a pale hand
eager to dig and chew,
as if he knew.
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