by Martha Amabile
(Tolleson, AZ)

Up the frozen mountain path
Through the rusty gate
To find my crumbling, granite tomb
To sit a timeless wait.

My faithless life thus bore this curse
No voice to speak regret
I wander in a darkened realm
Where life and death just met.

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