Skulls

No matter where,
here they are,
as you walk,
they crunch and groan,
giving way or holding up,
their everywhere,
under the sidewalk,
or under the buildings,
crunching and groaning,
holding the weight of the world,
holding us up, above it all,
protecting us even in death,
the skulls of thousands prevail.





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