Days of the Dead

A composite of two semi-smart phone images and a few words from Miguel De Ozarko:

 

All along

the boulevard

of elms, under

a leaf tapestry,

our dearly departed

wait in dreamless sleep,

still, silent for years,

centuries, velvet beds

gone to dust, chiffon

gowns faded, uniforms

in tatters, they wait

so long, adieu,

for the last trumpet’s

call, for their gleaming

suits of light, for

the next new,

unending life.

Done