Ossuary

I saw a building full of death made art.

In it, two pieces of life joined thirty others on a stone pedestal in front of a larger flame,
the Lord.

I knew one of the faces in the fire, but not the other.

I asked the question by answering it.

She was 17. He was 23.

He blew out his match. I shook mine.

Then I took his sad words and put them in my heart next to my own.


I left that place a fuller person than she who entered.