headstones

each headstone
another marker covered
in misrepresentation
summing up
a life of
dreams
desires
hopes
and failures
into a placard
reducing the spirit interred
into rigid numbers
polite reminders
homogenizing
an existence
into cold information
while erasing
all trace
of the individual
weather battered
trail markers
worn down to smooth stone
with decaying blossoms
eventually forgotten
as the world
consumes
more and more
to sate
its ever growing hunger.

all i see
in the morbid
deletion of time served
is the spectres
waivering
half seen
beneath the branches of
the willow
suffering the indignation
of being nothing more
than an all too brief
curiosity
as life moves
steadily forward
with no sign of
looking back
as the weeds
spring up
on the recompressed soil
tightly packed
to keep the dead
at bay
like the eyes of
a lover
long since moved on
to the next
eventual
heart break

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