he exhumes souls
admiring their afterglow
To be a caretaker for the departed must be a lonely role. To watch over, not life, but death. Who were these people? Were they happy? A graveyard is filled with stories without a storyteller. One only gets to see the final page of a book. So I imagined a solitary figure able to commune with souls. Hearing their tales one last time before their souls wade into the æther.