Upon a hill,
She sang of love.
Forgotten past crept up to
her,
and placed and icy hand on
her shoulder.
"Forget me not,"
they screamed into her placid
face.
As they placed a flower ere
her hand.
"Forget me not."
she whispers
to the sweet summer breeze
that stirs around her carcass.
alli april 92
modified july 98