City

Welcome to the City of the Dead.
the children of dust
    Your beauty fades
               flesh decays
your marrow drys away
the tears that once streamed
          down the faces
of your loved ones is but dew
on the grass of your
                  grave
they march away through the gates to the World of the Living
to think of you in passing
or leave a rose on your
           dirt        doorstep
pass away from the Land of the Living
and be welcomed into the cold, frail arms of your brothers and
sisters in death
Welcome to the City of the Dead.