Three hundred seventeen
naturally the old woman said:
"This will be the abode"
and showed us what looked like a library
musty bound volumes of material
pages loaded silver dirt and worms
and me left my fingers
traveling on the backs of letters ghostly
"like home"
old and makes two turns to lock
we smile
In the middle of the wall down
succeed unequal rectangles
names engraved on them there
"This saved the ashes of their dead" I tell you
and began to read those letters
and books over their backs
and under the tombstones
and not impossible or surprising
I am in the small photo of one of them
that my face has maybe 13 or 15 years
the tombstone bears my name
and that in the exclaim surprise:
"what is this amazing place
for tourists "
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