Cemetery

Cemetery

As quiet as death,
nothing moving.
Cold as clay,
the bodies lie.
Nothing stirring,
Quiet as death.
A rustle of wind,
a ghostly whisper.
like stone soldiers,
lined in neat rows.
Weeds crawl up,
Twining around like veins.
No heart beating,
No breath is stirred.
All is quiet,
for the dead lie here.
Six feet under,
They listen to the sad moans of trees
The rustle of wind,
and ghostly whispers.
The dead lie here,
in forever Surrender.
As quiet as death,
Nothing moving.
The dead call you,
Come join them.
They will welcome you home.