The Vines – Poem

great vines smothered the trees

splayed out on the grass

and

over gravestones.

some of the stones were tilted

most of them forgotten

the snow put a layer on everything

and all was dead

except the vines.

the vines grew and grew

and people 

they

Kept dying.

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