My family,
mounds of fading
colors tangled
with the living.
cob webs veil scripted names,
Rain crashes into craters
spilling
inked names.
Awakening,
earthworms clawing
for the surface.
the graveyard of knights,
They idle
in a never ending line
of gray.
Awaiting escape
from gates that hold
them prisoner.
The simplicity
of their names draw
me in.
memories flashing,
holding my breath,
I trace worn out groves.
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