Tombs

So write some peoples names on tombs

Etched by blows, sweat and fate

Scribed by craft and women’s wombs

Watched in emptiness by wraiths

 

Someone loved, now gone away

Loss it burns those who wait

Pain it comes on every day

To those who hope or wish for faith

 

Since the end for everyone

Is to lie in stony ground

See the light, have some fun

Or push up daisies in a mound

 

This is life that leads us all

Frosty tombs in which we fall

 

 

 

 

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