Untitled (parade)

darkfall
and with it the dirge for
a parade
of coffins.

another trip or ten around
the sun over,
marked off by one teary-eyed soldier
in an tireless cadence.

the passing of
years
is the passing of
coffins.

and the weathered old gravestones
topple over unnoticed
as the parade of faces
fades away.

while those coffins
lay rotting
and the dead are forgotten
through the turning of the years.

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