The Cemetery

You open the wrought-iron cemetery gate and silently enter a vast field of tombstones.    Ambling up and down the rows of graves, you discover that in addition to the names and dates of those buried here, each stone bears an additional message. 

“Grief:  baby daughter died at 6 months.”  
“Betrayal:  husband left for another woman.”
“Rage:  son murdered by dishonest politician.” 
“Horror:  mother killed in Holocaust.” 
“Despair:  tortured by slaveholder” 

“Guilt:  stole another woman’s baby” 
“Shame:  born with disfigurement” 
“Sorrow:  wife died in childbirth” 
“Fury:  family poisoned by military officers”
“Greed: cheated customers to take their money”
Guilt:  killed dozens of men on the battlefield”

On and on for thousands of graves, the messages read like a dystopian novel, illuminating the darkest darkness of human suffering.     You walk and walk, wondering about the lives of those who are buried here.  Surely their lives weren’t marked entirely by pain, were they?  Why are only the sins and evils documented in stone here?  What kind of cemetery is this, anyway?

As the sun begins to set, you discover that you’ve returned to the same gate through which you entered.  The cemetery seems to be in the shape of a large circle, forming a vast perimeter to the circus grounds, and you’ve walked around the whole thing.  Spotting another gate opposite the one you entered, you walk beneath the wrought-iron arch to exit the graveyard. 

The graffiti-covered brick wall catches your eye once again, while simultaneously you notice an enormous tree nearby which has a welcoming wooden swing hanging from a tall branch.

Check out the brick wall

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Head over to the tree swing

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