The bones of Sedlec
lie still in their alcoves.
No longer do they
think
or feel
or walk.
Now they sit and
observe the world around them.
Cranial bones, hyoid
bones, and thoracic vertebrae.
They sit atop the
mountains of marrow,
lovingly placed by
abbots of years past.
This chapel of bone,
and brick,
and mortar
stands as a monument
to the past.
A reminder of
death
and war
and suffering.
Yet their memento
morri is forgotten as
millions
now view the bones
of thousands.
From Brussels and
Boston, and Beppu they come
to walk in the
presence of the dead,
capturing the moment
with cameras to show to their friends and family.
But what would the
families of the dead say of this skeletal exposition?
To see the remains of
their loved ones presented as spectacle
for the masses?
Yet their opinions
matter no more.
they too have been
reduced
to bone.
Their remains rest
among the soil
while their spirits
fly to places unknown,
to rejoin those
whose bones remain at
Sedlec.
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