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| Author: | Annabel Lee [ October 2nd, 2008, 8:27 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Behind Closed Gates |
Behind the locked fence Crimson red as blood an imposing barrier that marks the entrance. The entrance to the last home of those to weak to be on the fragile side of life and death. The thought leaves a vile taste in my mouth. Faded stones. Impressive and proud. Old, green with moss. Rough. Shiloutes of a life once lived. Shiloutes as unique as the deaths they mark. Others sharp and clear But uniform and monitone. Rounded tops and straight sides. Each closed doors with no keys. As I walk by a set of graves I crunch on the lifeless grass. I turn. A flicker of life. A pen contains the panic. I plod closer. Unaware. Claustrophobic space, confined. I finally see. A spotted clone of an older animal. Ears large, body compact. Fragile, timid. A white flag flying wildly, signaling. Small chest heaving with panic. I feel its heart rise up and swell in my chest. A fast pitter patter and a panic I can't contain. A stutter step and a leap. Finally. The borrowed panic fades As the fawn gets farther away. Curriosity pokes. The air smells damp and fresh I notice as I examine the pen. That contains the last visual remains Of a couple depicted in a cameo A shining ray of happiness In the sticky heat. For eternity their faces Turned towards each other In the most joyful expression Ever seen on a grave. And with that I leave. I leave the old, proud tombstones Their differences which I love I leave the new graves Their sites leave no pictures in my mind I leave the soft foot prints left by a fawn in fear. I leave the soft faces Of a husband and wife forever in love. I leave the entrance. The entrance to many a persons last home. |
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