6th July 2019
They, the dead
Had no choice
But
To lay where they are lain
As we, the living
Three generations
Gather
To refurbish
The leaning headstone
With its fading letters
Marking the fading
Previous generation.
They will not care
Or perhaps they will
Either way
It’s right to do
The living decide
In remembrance
The headstone
Removed and prostrate
The base made sound
Then
Like the Day of the Dead
We break and picnic
In the shade
The cleaning done
Letters repainted
And with the
Headstone
Reset
We depart
Leaving the departed
To continue their Rest
In Peace
©JohnDaniels
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