requirements

 

the dead require much tending

of grave and fleshless bone,

 they lie rested

those left breathing not so, the dead stare

at us in our restless slumber, whispers hovering

"do not sell me short, i will not

be sold short"

as guilt lines the halls in

 shadowed relics of the virtuous

costs compounding

for votive and floral darlings

the dead require our vision, require time

in their timeless state

necessitate

  soft handle, oiling the framework

of their stay

requiring

 we hold tight any bits

of burnt offerings

or

 dust to dust

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2011 

Posted for Magpie Tales