A Lament
lands filled with the dead
scribed stones marking their head,
flesh and bones returned to earth,
families weep for whatever that’s worth.
flowers laid to mark the site
words said to some ancient rite
nonsense about returning to god
as a wooden box is covered with sod
so when my time comes lay me down
and promise me now, not to frown
Just stick me under the nearest tree
and laugh and love for the life that was me
thespianCurious by invisibubble.com