Cemetary City - Poem by Emily Myers
The granite towers stand unmoving
collecting dust, and dead flowers.
Unfit markers of lost love, immeasurable lives
simple summaries of complex hours.
The silence is unnerving, a breathless haunting
a gentle tugging at the forgotten bones.
Some too young, some so old; we cannot measure life
It simply grows and diminishes, it simply comes and goes
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