Evocation From the burial grounds of Old Metairie & hallways thru pyramids with unnumbered bones to the 3 St. Louises & live oaks of Cypress Grove onward we carry whatever has traced our way. So might the soil turn over -- Apparitions come forth, this path hath only one following one way to get away. East of these walls & never to be returned let it be said the oath has been told sold for the taking. Not again will these vaults faces hide, never to end their dens which do not stop but drop to that final place where all is erased. next