Visiting my church’s graveyard,
the vault of so many displaced souls.
My dear Grandmother, Grandfather,
Father, Mother, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins,
and Friends all in quiet solidarity stare
up from empty skeletons.
No surrogate Angel of Death will lead your
asystole heart and pulseless body through
death’s portal because there's no heavenly
gate, no awareness of any journey will be
recorded by any supreme being, your life
of breathing suffocated through various
Myths and Pagan beliefs, and worrying
and sulking is the thief of time. The lifetime
bond between two friends each time-locked
in historic muses, trying to outrun death only
forward the demise. The gravestones symbolize
human weakness and imprints man’s silly
quest for immortality.
- John Hardesty
June 16, 2025
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