An Old Graveyard

Bury me in an old graveyard

And let me be.

Where there is no uniformity

Stones as many shapes
As the lives they commemorate

Where there is no institution

No bright fake flowers
No visiting hours

Where there is freedom

Memory without shrines
Graves out of line

Where there is peace

Death is neither curse nor fear
Simply rest between there and here

Where there is harmony

Death at last ends the strife
Between nature and man’s life

Where there is silence

Here dwells autumn and nightfall
Safe from society’s squall

Bury me in an old graveyard

And let me be.

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