The way the stones press down onto rigid bodies reminds me of those who lost the fight of conventionality and were prejudged to drown, soon to also be rigid and bloated with water, aided generously by the extra weight of the rocks tethered to their feet, pulling them down, keeping them below ground level, unable to rise to the surface for help.
The stones of the dead are only ever seen by the living
The gorgeous monuments masking so much decay.
The permanence of stone honoring the impermanence of flesh, the disappearing dust, the fleeting remnants of a beloved body will still rot away.
Monday, December 22, 2008
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