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Necropolis
by William A. Poppen
Beneath shade from tall poplars stand
markers: rows staggered hand-in-hand.
Rock slabs like soldiers on review
symbolic nameplates capture dew.
Planted deep, mounted in red-clay;
lean to and fro like mimes at play.
Weathered by icy winter frost
and torrid heat near sacred ghost,
echoes resound of beginnings
while dust sifts across the endings.
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