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Of Stones

The gravedigger keeps
the time while the dead in Christ

sleep till Jesus comes.
And you and I walk arm in

arm through rows of stones
looking for someone who might

have the time to lead us away
or lead us home.

And you and I walk arm in
arm through rows of stones

when a dragonfly lands
on the marker ahead

the marker of man.
And you and I walk arm in

arm through rows of stones
despite the way is over-

grown with weeds and bones and blood.
The gravedigger sleeps

and you and I walk arm in
arm through rows of stones.

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