Joined: June 2003
|Posted: Nov. 11 2013,7:01 pm
Alas, that is the case out here in the middle-of nowhere Oregon, too. Lots of crap in the resting places, which I too pick up, as well as leave offerings to the saddest of graves; those of the poor who can't even afford a headstone, slaves, and unknown people who don't even have the date of passage on the stone, just "unknown." I do feel the deep peace of Azrael there, as small and simple as they are.
Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs where blue is darkened on blueness
even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness was awake upon the dark