The graves - lined in rows
delegate your lives
to pictured plain

featureless become the same
as your neighbor
stone square silent

touch your stone
rushing wind
of your life

blowing past me
clutch my hand
silence

once again you are
anonymous
stone square silent

as I walk away
you drip from me
slowly silent

I cannot know you


©2008 Thomas R Thomas





 
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