Unmarked and scattered, entrances abound:
A toddler finds one in a hiding place--
That useless freezer chest we kept around.
A teen locates another in a race
From boat to beckoning shore, where parents wait
Aghast. A father jogging through the park
Discovers one beside a storm-drain grate:
His fall draws gawkers in the gathering dark.
Familiar scenes, the daily paths we take,
All camouflage the graveyard gates’ designs.
A door snaps shut, defying us to break
The lock that holds dear friends in burial shrines.
But locks can fail with shocks that unhinge death:
Each Easter dawning, tombstones hold their breath.
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