Sunlight worms through the mildewed glass of the mausoleum
Your slab is still cold and stone
Rusty hinges creak and a hushed breath breaks the silence wide open
A forgotten smell: flesh on living bones!
The mourner trembles with guilt so full you can taste it
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Sam Spinelli
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Again, I am in awe of your writing. Your word choice brings this moment of time to life that I can imagine how the sun got through, I can feel the slab. My favourite line was ‘flesh on living bones’. I love the way you confidently and metaphorically experiment with different ways to bring the mausoleum alive.