by an elixir, holding…
your very essence;
gone, on a pathway;
long-lost in my travels to…
your obnoxious tomb;
completed and warmed;
by the knowledge of…
what lies covered there;
shaken to its core;
the marker has been removed…
up-turned and unearthed;
an exhibition;
not worth charging its patrons…
too poorly displayed;
all too forgotten;
are the faces in the show…
deeply grief-stricken;
weakened hands pile dirt;
blood-shot eyes dried out by time…
no comfort remains.

2 thoughts on “Unearthed.

  1. Mr Modigliani says:

    Beautifully written, lyrical, sad and visually stunning

    Liked by 1 person

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