Hallowed Ground (standard:poetry, 220 words)
Author: Unsun	Added: Nov 19 2000	Views/Reads: 3532/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I never understood sanctity

The ground is fertile. The raucous chemicals of life are here in
abundance. Full of the life giving ash of fires long extinguished. And 
the nurturing rot of lives, long gone. But nothing grows here. 

This plutonion field. So rich in the potentials of life. Yet I alone
traverse the pungent loam.The product of centuries of life giving rot. 
I walk on hallowed ground. Sacred, where no man lives, but many sleep. 
Hallowed ground where life is forsaken. Hallowed ground where death is 
found. Hallowed ground where names are written in stone. Here on 
Hallowed ground I walk alone. 

The earth is a deep deep brown. Almost black. It's countenance is one of
great importance and somber conversations. As if to be walked upon is 
the greatest indignity. To it you are the lowest of the low, none may 
match it's importance. "I am from whence you came and where you shall 
return" it says, like a haughty parent. 

It recoils from my touch, unwanting to be in contact with such an impure
thing. 

Hallowed ground it is. Sacred and beautiful. Where names are written in
stone and no life may grow. A land of such potential life. That scorns 
what it may become. What a merry paradox. Here where names are written 
in stone. 

I walk on hollow ground.


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