The Hill of Crosses

There's a hill, 

in the middle of a lonely expanse 

in northern Lithuania. 

It's the Hill of Crosses. 

A heavy sadness hung in the air 

in the bitter cold wind 

though it's summer time. 

Rain clouds dropped by, 

adding to the sense of gloom and doom.

There were crosses 

populating the hill, 

to the point of congestion. 

It's like an overpopulated metropolis, 

except it's a deathly bereft of life. 

The exceptions being 

tourists and a few birds 

here and there.

I'm thus reminded of what's written in the Holy Scriptures -

One dies in his full strength …

Another man dies in the bitterness of his soul …

They lie down alike in the dust,

And worms cover them.

Job 21:23-26