"Six feet deep, in a bed where the bones sleep, the rain seeps through the rocks and sediment, like a million little teeth. The remains arranged by nature, in a pleasing manner that no one sees. Niether seen is the non-physical essence that came to be, manifesting from the beginning of the stream--to the destination at the bottom of the sea. The spirit is no longer present, or so it seems; a breeze sends an avian to rest, atop the deceased. Pearched on a pillar, a marker in the earth, does the crow know of the story that concluded below? Stone's throw from the lost gold that was the person's saga, forgotten by all those, except the ones who t