status among the dead
24th Nov 2010Posted in: Poems 0
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In a cemetery, Sons fallen slap the backsides of tombstones As a violent caress of frosted breath blows beneath them. In some parts, rock stands in long obelisk shapes casting shades atop remains Obscuring the memorials but not the memories of those who rest there. In other parts, where grass has grown Lay dust on […]