all will rest
graveyard, small, and out of place
disturbed by the dead inside
gray tombstones make shadows on the grass
their names and numbers barely visible
a squeal not that of a injured pig
but of the injured masses
a roar not that of beast
but of engine,
rouse the ancient dirt and bones
the skeletons inside
the vast mausoleum,
walk.
drawn to one tombstone
(
Read more... )