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Post by dirtgirl on Jun 16, 2002 15:37:58 GMT 10
Burial Tree
So carefully constructed. The ancient mulga, Entwined with rusting wire. Grinding stones, A blessed offering surround the foot of the grave. A fitting mausoleum, For a warrior.
But his skull lies in pieces on the ground. Wind I suspect. Has conspired to bring, Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.
Is it my fate too? To suffer this indignity?
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Post by TheAstronaut on Jun 16, 2002 15:48:38 GMT 10
a very powerful poem di....very strong
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Post by dirtgirl on Jun 17, 2002 22:04:25 GMT 10
Thanks. It's was a very evocative and moving sight. And maybe it has changed my life.
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