Villa of Headstones

Oh the silence the Dead speak!

This Villa of headstones

Weeps dust back into the Earth

The empty grave plots we save for

To fill up with our withering selves

Are as patient and still

As the death that will claim us.

Marble angels

Frozen in preflight

Have comforting smiles for the guilty griever

If you listen quietly

You can almost hear their Funeral Hymn

Of Beauty and Decay.

 

 

From my journal Villa of Headstones @1998

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