WT 66 - Graveyard

They stood as statues. The words of the preacher tuned out as he spoke the platitudes quietly muttered at every gathering of the sort. He stopped and looked up at the rows of the people surrounding the grave. Desensitized, he continued his condolences and good wishes. Despite the gathering of people, the environment had an abandoned and empty feel. A nearby crow, quietly perched in a tree, eyed the crowd with curiosity. Most of the grass around had worn away, much resembling the people here. The sky was dark and cloudy, and there was a light fog. The fence nearby was tall and spiked, as if trying to keep something out, or in. It began to drizzle and then rain. The irremediable statues still stood anchored and motionless. Somehow, it seemed fitting.