Even the Dead
by David Lee Garrison
Even the Dead Will Die Someday~ Miguel de Unamuno
Bury me in this graveyard,
lost among farms and forests,
where even the dead are dead;
where epitaphs can barely be read;
where the outline of a hand carved
in a slab points toward the sky
and demonstrates the faith
of all the men and women who lie
here in the hope of resurrection;
where stones record longings for
a stricken child, son killed in war,
wife or husband gone before;
where my whole life will
come down to a few true words.
At dusk, a flock of quiet birds.
