1970 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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In The Grave

A crypt is lonely.
Lonlier than an empty building.
Lonlier than a dark night,
Lonlier than a cold desert.
A crypt is cold,
Full of mold.
Rats in packs
Crawl the walls.
The grave is dank.
The walls are blank,
Save the moss,
That climbs in vines.
Dark, dank,
Cold, blank.
The dead lay peacefully.
The quiet stays dreadfully.
One shivers,
One cringes,
At the musty slivers,
And rusty hinges.
Nothing in eternity is as lonely as a crypt.

1970

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