Everybody Lives
The tombstone was set in earth,
The chisel poised to carve the names of the dead,
The freshly dug grave gaping for corpses.
Nobody died that day.
A million mausoleums stood without a neighbor.
The gates of the graveyard clanged shut within him.
Seeds took root in the empty grave; flowers began
The slow dance of growing.
The rose remembered
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