Scattered Leaf--God's Acre
With what delicacy
that leaf—golden, at its peak—lay across the page,
its face spread like a giant fan from its stem.
The came from all ends of the country,
even the world, those who found their
last resting place here.
The shadows mingled
on the resolute pillars,
in which indiscernible words
were etched
as the light faded
from behind
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