i found my circle of chairs around a freshly churned-up grave. we explained who we were; we took each others names.

i looked up at the bell tower as the bell crashed to the ground; buried my head in my shoulder, pinched on my rising nerves. the tombstones crumbled, the dead rose permeating fresh blades of grass and flowers.

we expanded our circle and reclaimed the nature of all life. we are hopeless eternal.

we stomp on your sorrows forevermore.