Final
resting places
beneath worm-ridden soil;
secrets bared only to demons.
They claw at tattered funeral garments,
to get to death's barterd souls.
Loved ones cry foolishly,
but nothing is
final
Final They claw at tattered funeral garments, to get to death's barterd souls. Author noteshttp://clantongang.com/oldwest/ghost_graveyardman.jpg In a listA contest entry
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