Rounding the unexpected corner, onto a dead end, uncharted by cyber.

GETAWAY BY NANCY LIND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 71

Rounding the unexpected corner,

onto a dead end, uncharted by cyber,

an unweeded graveyard 

rips my suit of flesh to rags.

It almost stares back at me.

Next to a small heap of flagstones,

once a church, those old Dutch farmers

founded a final settlement.

The tombstones thundered names 

once written in the paris…

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