Faces disappeared from thought through ebony screens
beyond sharpened bellows
of an underground sonata at sunrise
where shards of light inflicted lessons
on conscious cadavers in wake.
The undead walked into walls of painted rainbows,
only to discover their dreams had dissipated
within words spoken also written
as eulogy on stones of granite above ground;
man-made markers erected to emphasize
life and death with dignity,
even if their breath before burial
was putrid in smell.
Feet dragged deep into fresh cement
to leave legacy (chicken scratches)
after sun siphoned moisture from slab.
Only to find time stopped ticking
when hands grabbed, groped ankles
and pulled all memory of existence
underneath sidewalk near street
with witnesses oblivious,
still walking over screams in requiem.
Honorable mention
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