Gray stone statues
representation of life
sand blasted by wind
now almost white
with no indentation
where name and life inscribed,
dark of thought now slips
clear of feel subsides,
as death walks the rows
of the country cemetary
and the musings of mind
are at once extraordinary.
But they be musings that die
there behind the fence
for in the light of life
they don't even make sense.

WhiteRose
(weird I know)