I see your faces carved in stone <br />those I knew and loved so long ago <br />on marble trees with roots of bone. <br />Perched on the side of a hill <br />the guardians of our land remain still <br />faithful keepers of their fathers' Will. <br /> <br />Your crowns drip with blood and tears <br />roots buried in a thousand years. <br />Arms nailed on stone or wooden cross <br />you live inside my head you are never lost. <br />Walking around this place of death <br />I remember your lives and feel your breath.<br /><br />Chris Zachariou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cemetary/
