Among the Dead

graveyard pan

Come walk with me among the dead

that sodden path where life has bled.

We’ll whisper names that time’s forgot

brush clean the stones that mark their lot:

and linger there to contemplate

how brief a life is all our fate.

A blink, a breath, a fading light

consign the soul to that dark night.


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