Even the graveyards speak
but ’tis no surprise, after all,
in this anachronistic land
where storytellers are cherished,
and cannot be silenced by
The faces of the worn stones call out
one by one,
the granite chipped out letter by letter with
bits of verse, meditations to ponder.
songs for the singing.
A lifetime is not quite enough
for the stories they need tell.
even the dead
raise their voices
to be heard