The Gravestone Sits

Dry leaves crackle,
Dead bodies whisper,
Departed from their venom, bees feebly buzz
Death has its noise
And yet,
The gravestone sits

Cold flowers fall,
Bare trees shiver,
When bullets hit them, ducks cry as they plummet
Death has it dance
And yet,
The gravestone sits

The murderess stabs,
The mother bear protects,
And when creeped upon from behind, the scared man attacks
Death has its makers
And yet,
The gravestone stis

The gravestone sits
in stoney silence
in unmoving density
as a blameless marker,
The gravestone forever sits.





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alwaysbrokenhearted said...
Oct. 1, 2011 at 3:01 pm
i love this. the only mistake i realized was "stis" but other than that it was great.
 
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