Granite markers stand above where each corpse lay rotting . . .
Tall and stoic like a military regiment of the damned . . .
Hallowed ground, dark and soggy, unvisited by man . . .
Grass grows, like roaches in a dump of rotting sustenance . . .
A dead tree stands in the distance, housing a murder with feathers dark as black . . .
Shallow hills decorated by rainbow floret . . .
Guarded by rusted gates made of bronze.