Mournful sounds thrum
over the parched boneyard,
claustral and forsaken;
unseasonable winds swerve and bluster
amid its doleful marrow salting the earth.
Once the sunlet plunges
under brittle, ecru soil,
sullied ossatures abruptly rattle,
gasping pure breath,
vying for lifeblood, jostling for sinews,
whirling to discard the claggy grime
of barren ages rooted in wilderness.
Dawn greets the straying host
lost and bewildered in gratitude’s rapture,
squinting in the light,
admiring the vista dotted with townlets
as a spate of praise spumes from their maws.
Some revenants emerge and roam unsmeared;
others limp from the clay of estranging strata.
–Art by Doriana Maria
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