“The Dearly Departed”

…lie rotting in boxes
six feet beneath hard-packed earth and
a mocking layer of grass.
Heavy stones press on
their heads from above,
bearing their names because
decay and dirt render them
unrecognizable.
Flowers wilt and die
in their honor
as the living whisper
hollow words to ears
that death deafened long ago.

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This came to me in the shower. I'm not sure why...