Forgotten Souls
We drop their bones and ashes into the ground'neath the lush green grass.Time passes imperseptibly.Quietlytired gravestones leansome support each othersome relent and just tumbleas if the gravestones that once remembered those now departed - have themselves forgottenlike the lettering once etched across their faces,now forgotten tooslowly being wiped clean by the hand of the unforgiving wind and rain,forgetting - like human memories tend to. Who brings the flowerstrims grass and wipes the slate headstones clean,and who simply comes no more?For who could forget a loved one,one who once walked with themone who once belonged? ...sleep well you forgotten souls