the solemn bench

That solemn bench that stood between

The hollow stones

Their graves they read

Their stories posted but most decoated

The words decayed, frayed, by time itself 

Memories not gone, though a little faded

Tomb stones not lost, just a little grated

Toppled down stone

Damaged by the wind

Still holds great honor

In their history.. untrimmed 

Though all that's left is soil and rock

The spirits I feel walk and stalk