By: Ian Fletcher

How busy I imagine
they must have been
in homes or offices
farms or factories
getting and spending
living and loving
until finally dying.
How strange it seems
they are now so still
lying neglected here
on this barren hill
their activity ceased
forgotten it appears
by both God and man
their lives beyond recall
only this passing stranger
thinking of them at all.

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Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Tuck Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, Literary Yard, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, The Drabble, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.