571 steps seperation

It feels icy
A deep blue sky
In fact, it is a perfect day

An entrance
That resembles the gates
Of many former concentration camps
From World War II

My heart beats faster
Faster than usual
A lot of tension

Dilemma:
Where to go first?

Stones, stones, stones
Walls and some art

I take the familiar path
Dried flower
An abandoned burrow
A muscus duck, aggressive
And a ghostly empty columbarium

Buried children
Many

I am alone

Oh my god
It is gone!
Already...
There is no bodily evidence left now

571 steps separation

Another grave
A freshly one
My mother
"Hello I am back"

Unmarked
Also

So it is:
The old and the very new are not visible

Two unmarked futile spots on earth
In which
They buried a big part of my love
My creators are no more

Living their dead live now
So close from where they lived and loved
Less than an kilometre
I estimate

Irony, Irony
You have your way with me

Old one out of the soil
New one in
Take and give

My hands are starting to get really cold
I might as well go back to the living

For
There is
Lots to do

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