June 08th, 2013

The Cemetery

When man with breath does part his way,

a tryst with death to coincide;

with open portals I become

a welcome haven to reside.

Much comfort do they seem to find

when in my womb they sleep;

unaware of those  around

unconscious in exhaustion deep.

Wealth and riches seem irrelevant,

their presence I discount;

all my guests lie deep beneath

the soft brown earth in caskets mount.

A plaque or two is all that marks

their identity to decide;

angels cast in stone preferred,

with the Holy Cross by the side.

Silence deep I have to offer

to those that come and go;

offering prayers to the ones they lost,

with flowers in candle glow.

A silent witness mute I stand,

man’s transient life to recall;

while slabs of stone in number rise

my entity to install.