Elegy
By vithano
There is a rumbling beneath our feet. Sounding through Six feet of earth and salt, A scratching of fingers Disturbs the peace. But the ceremony is over And the shovels laid to rest. For a moment everyone Looks to one another, hoping. Finally the scratching stops. Closing his book, the priest departs And everyone is glad That the dead have been laid to rest. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 12:24 PM PST 0 • 9
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"There is a rumbling beneath our feet. ..."