Catacombs of Paris, skeletons, death, disease, murder
Spiritual poetry

Below six: Catacombs of Paris

Deep below six lies the catacombs of Paris. stacked up there, Down below city ground, they lie undisturbed drowned in deep dark peace. they speak profound silence and sleep. over six million meatless bones keep twitching feet. no one knows which skull belongs to whom. hundreds of years ago the perfume of death was a… Continue reading Below six: Catacombs of Paris