They say, there is a ghost in every house.  And, if we make peace with it.  IT will remain quiet.

-Vietnamese Proverb

daughter's of bastards.  son's of bitches.

Daughter’s of Bastards.  Son’s of Bitches.

 

These pillars seemingly in the way.

Built on purpose.

Layered out in a definitive service.

To this restless soul,

it appears as a shelter without a circus.

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So, well-traveled traveler,

What do these markers matter?

Earthed centuries,

past cast caskets,

campfire stories,

fading fast.

Indeed a tell-tale sign to history’s androgynous mask.

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A sometime headstone’s snippet of sage advice…

whilst strolling down memory lane.

Vacancy, granite posts, and, monochrome plains.

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The dead tell no lies.

The dead have nothing to hide.

 

 

 

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