Sitting in the Cemetery
sitting in the cemetery leaned against the grave of a Mrs. Mordremarrie I watch mourning doves lunge from the trees away into the swelling clouds and I imagine that below me within the ground I rest on are thousands upon thousands of lifeless bodies returning to their earthly elements I raise my eyes to the distant traffic full up with economy cars carrying bodies just as lifeless to and away from their business it no longer feels strange or unnecessary to be sitting in the cemetery GBE Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 04:06 PM PST 10 • 0
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