Death surrounds me
Air is cold, grass is brown
Even the sky brings over a gray blanket
This is where I'm my happiest
So peaceful, so quiet
Thousands of corpses surround me
But, this is where I'm happy
I eat lunch here
I smile here
I have conversations here
I look at the dates of the dead
Some dying on their birthday
Some near a holiday
I try to think
Who were they
"Loving Father"
"Loving Mother"
Even though death surrounds me, I am happy
Over a thousand people dead
I talk to one
Rhonda Miller
"On the wings of an Angel"

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