Within this solitude of cemetery soil   The breeze embraces me   With the hand of death  And the marble angels  Study us with spying eyes  Relaying messages to god  About the evil walking atop  The slumbering dead  Explaining the feeling of this  Tranquil environment  Is to explain the feeling   Of a first kiss   And to reminisce about the ones   Who were tortured to live causes me to weep   As I watch their loved ones cry   Tombstones are beautifully inscribed   With homage to a former contemplator   Who was consumed by the rite of passage   An eventual obligation   To become as one with the earth   And now their bodies   Which were once beautiful   Are a putrefying mass of unpleasant tissue