Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Day 273

Here's the rest of yesterday's poem.

The Moon and The Cemetery

The village was filled with ancient buildings.
Buildings that existed before the war.
Buildings that were rebuilt as exact replicas.
The fall weather was spectacular.
The sky was clear.
The wind nonexistent.
The cemetary was even more ancient
than the surrounding buildings.
Plots with dates from over a thousand years ago.
Plots that were overgrown and barely recognizable.
The cryptic engravings over deteriorating mausoleums 
create fear and wonder in passers by.
The watch tower, slowly losing its foundation,
leans towards the moon as it
illuminates the stone markers of 
lives long since forgotten.

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