bridgecity's Diaryland Diary

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voodoo

i've been riding my bike to a small graveyard on 12th street. one of the first "black only" graveyards. The oldest person buried there with a legible date on the stone was born in 1780 and died in 1872. another plot was simply a square foot of poured concrete with their name(i forgot the name)and a flower written into it with some sort of stylus. I immediately presumed it was written with a finger.
The other day I discovered a dead pheasant with its head and feet pulled off it's body and blood drained into a brown paper bag. The head was stuck back on the neck bone. Moments later I see a very white chicken on the south side of the graveyard, head and feet removed and blood drained. A Double-Luck fortune reversal candle had been buried up to the wick under a tree at the very back of the cemetery about 10 feet from the pheasant. The bag of blood had been placed on a plot that was either being reconstructed or deconstructed.
The graveyard is not taken care of at all. once a year at best maybe someone comes and picks up all the smashed bottles and fast food garbage that accumulates in the back of the place. Monuments are knocked over all over the place. scratchitti all over headstones. condoms and engine parts. It's kind of shocking. a graveyard-dump.

10:40 p.m. - 2007-02-21

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