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We all have our reasons for visiting the dead. I wrote this piece after I lost two younger brothers, my father, and a sister-in-law in a two year period.
It was not written with the intent to offend or upset anyone.

Submitted:Sep 19, 2009    Reads: 196    Comments: 28    Likes: 28   

Tread softly here!
Walk silently beside the moss covered stones
where the ancient ones do sleep.
Pray do not shout or cry too loudly!
Here where the emerald giants eternally weep.
Behold the blossoms on the tombs
the scent of rotten fruit and long spent flowers.
Below the hard clay earth
lays the worm, which the flesh devours.

Have you come to mourn
the ones you lost to some disease?
Have you come to pay your respects
before your lifetime flees?
Have you come to pay that homage
or to taunt and to tease?
Have you come to relieve your guilt
or to once more try to please?

Tread softly here!
Those who rest there in the shadows
need not your intrusion.
Here the game of life has ended.
Here time is surreal only our own delusion.
They do not need your constant vigil
fueled by guilt or unfathomable shame.

Those, who call this home
no longer judge, no longer curse, no longer blame.
Have you come to gloat
and spit upon your neighbor's grave?
Have you come to see if it still hurts;
are you really that brave?
Have you come to see if a visit
your weary heart will stave?
Have you come to pray,
bring those fresh flowers and wave?


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