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It was party time.
I went to a party
at a known place.
It was party time.
I went to the party
as their chief guest.
It was party time.
I went to a party
at a house
I used to live,
for some time.
Ode to a Graveyard
City of angels
tombed in silence.
A solemn stillness
is held in the air.
A hollow lull persists
in the company of death.
Once rich men
bathed in wealth,
lived on earth
in the light of fame.
Others, poles apart,
shrugged in tatters
in twilight zones.
In spirits’ robe
are shrouded now
living though,
now all in void.
Bodied in the
six-feet shell,
in unfathomed
another world.
An end is not the end,
in the graveyard bodies dwell.
Life happens with the angels.
