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Tyler
The loss is eulogized,
In rain.
Falling thick and heavy,
Exploding upon the earth
Like shards of glass.
Little rivulets
Fragmenting the face of the engraved stone,
Creating the image
Of some morbid mosaic,
As they trickle down.
So many gray tears follow
Vainly
Down the stone faces
Standing stiffly.
Just as solemn,
But shattered.
Because there is nothing to say.