Earthbound
Originally published at The Mossy Skull. Please leave any comments there.
I live in the land of graveyards now. The dead are everywhere. They don’t even stay behind their wrought-iron fences; anyplace there’s a patch of grass and trees crammed between railroad tracks and the street, they might be there. The other day I found a revolutionary war captain buried under the oaks at the south end of the Arboretum.
This one’s from Forest Hills Cemetery.