Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Graveyard

There’s a graveyard
On the mountain
Filled with bodies from the past

It’s ironic
That the markers
Remind us we won’t last

They were erected
With the purpose
To remember those that died

But each time
That I go by one
It might as well be mine


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© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. This piece essentially wrote itself in a few minutes - I was merely holding the pen when it happened.

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