I kill time in cemeteries.
Sticky, humid cemeteries in the summer.
Golden, dead cemeteries in the fall.
Barren, watchful cemeteries in the winter.
Greeting the new dead in the spring.
When I have time to kill, I do it in mausoleums, sepulchers, graveyards.
I use, abuse, and muse over the refused, when I have time to kill.
To remind myself I’m alive.
To remind myself I’ll die.
To remind myself to remember I’ll be forgotten.
To remind myself I’ll be
Reduced to ashes
Behind marble plaque
Thrown in the sea,
Where I’ll rest for eternity.
Just to remind myself I’m not alone.
That we’re all headed to the Sunset Limited.
Alessio Tummolillo Nov 2011