There is silence
in the cemetery, half a world away,
Forgotten graves lay unattended.
Darkness gorges on decay.
Here and now meets then.
To stand beside an unmarked space
No memory as death intended
being-ness without a trace.
The keeper has the records hand
inscribed in antique scrawl
in a little house, with iron gates
He guards the names of all
One resting place a legacy, of
sudden shock of stolen breath
Beneath the ground stirs memory,
of long ago, an early death.
One day someone may ask the way
to claim the plot – erect a marker.
Shout, that they knew of that man,
To all who may come after.
Copyright ©Roan Mar.2009
Ann Beard
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