a graveyard
borders the great and grand
stone church
on Talbot Street.
men and women,
children too are beneath
the ground
dating back to the 1600's
until now.
we read the tombstones
as we walk by
with coffee in hand.
name after name,
the dates of birth and death
carved in.
we're so close to yesterday
so near
to tomorrows,
but in the present is
where we want to stay,
it's where we stand.
it's hard to imagine death
and burial
when you're on the outside
looking in.
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