Poems and Poetry

Mount Auburn | A Poem by Jessica Beck

There is a stone staircase in a tower in a cemetery just outside the city.
After the climb up you will look out breathless among the bones and
the flowers.
The wind will feel like hands in your hair, it echoes
with giggles of the dead, divine creatures and monsters.
Don’t be afraid.
Remember you’ve known them, and time will bow its head before you.



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