The World of Myth Magazine

Early fog
the morning almost invisible
as tombstones gather around
I come here and stand among them
my own weight on the soil
my own startling silence.

Strange this camaraderie
of worms and decay
each of us decomposing in our own way
until all that is left
are words on a smooth stone.

Years from now when
the early fog
makes the morning almost invisible
someone may come
and stand among these stones
and wonder who we were.

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