To us they are tombs.
For those nearby they are residences for the ghosts.
Don’t need to invite them, they come anyway.
Being close to someplace that reminds them of the life they had.
They watch and listen to laughter.
Look for a smile while cooking a meal.
That vision of life helps fill their emptiness.
Other than strong emotional ties drawing them away, here they stay.
The grave robbers found themselves unwelcome.
Now only their bones guard the gate.
A robbers intent might bring the guards to life.
Nobody comes here except to honor their ancestors memory.
Would you live close enough to watch?