Mystery

 

What mystery lies beneath the mist enshrouded tombs?

Palmer Cemetery 4 (3)

 

The dead die hard,  they are born astride a grave

Palmer Cemetery 1

A stranger’s shadow finds its way across the yard by dead reckoning

He meets a deadend

He is deadbeat meat for worms

That’s a sensible cadaver

Palmer Cemetery 4 (1)

There never was such a season for mandrakes.

Shall we linger here until perdition caches up to us?

The Cemetery is a cockpit for comic panic

Sob heavy world, sob heavy.

 

 

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