Horse-drawn carriage
Skids the stone,
Cemetery’s birds sing a
Redeeming but drunken atone.
White-haired woman
Bends on her hump,
From beneath the son says,
“I am safe and sound.”
Overgrown bushes hug
Middle road,
In symmetry, laid out,
This is their Board.
One buried without
Honor or glory,
One is unknown,
Destined in misery.
When daylight fades
Onto Western horizon,
Angels show up with secret
Whispers from Paradise.
