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Dear
Ancestor
Your tombstone stands
among the rest
Neglected and Alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.
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Yet each of
us are
cells
of you
In flesh, in
blood, in
bone
Our blood
contracts and
beats
a pulse
Entirely not our
own.
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I wonder as you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would
find
this
spot
And
come to visit
you.
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