Graveyard
For the restless
Quiet stillness,
Sad and reflective,
Broken only by falling leaves
And breathless sighs.
Stalwart sentinels
Ancient and forlorn,
Still stand dutifully
To pass on the messages
Their masters left behind.
Holy favors,
Whispered endeavors,
Pass by earthen beds;
Indifferent and unhearing.
Monuments of former glory
Dot the tended landscape,
Casting shadows,
Guarding forgotten secrets.
Crimson petals
Rotted and starving,
Are left to watch over
An empty plot.
Abandoned slumberers,
Remembered by blood,
Lay awaiting
Their reawakening.
Crosses raised in honor
Overlook this kingdom
With outstretched arms
That failed to catch
Their children.
(2013)
I spent half of my childhood in the graveyard down the street from my house. Walking among the streets and causeway of the dead, seeing their final resting places, almost never meeting a visitor or caretaker, listening to the silence, always had a powerful effect on me.
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