Willow Wisp With In The Solitude Of Cemetery Soil
Within this solitude of cemetery soil
The breeze embraces me
With the hand of death
And the marble angels
Study us with spying eyes
Relaying messages to god
About the evil walking atop
The slumbering dead
Explaining the feeling of this
Tranquil environment
Is to explain the feeling
Of a first kiss
And to reminisce about the ones
Who were tortured to live causes me to weep
As I watch their loved ones cry
Tombstones are beautifully inscribed
With homage to a former contemplator
Who was consumed by the rite of passage
An eventual obligation
To become as one with the earth
And now their bodies
Which were once beautiful
Are a putrefying mass of unpleasant tissue
