The Mausoleum
Weathered black veined granite walls
Built so many years before
Moss covers the slippery walls
Stained black by years of endless rain
Grass grows on antique slate shingles
Ferns grow in nearly unseen cracks
Caused by ages of neglect
The name has long since faded
The plate fell away and vanished
If it was ever there
Moonlight flickers between distant clouds
Shining through broken stained glass
Dancing on a mahogany coffin
Every morning a red rose arrives
Sitting on steps worn long before
No one knows from where
Who lies in this silent home?
No one will tell if anyone even remembers
The rose wilts into dust
Carried away with the next sun
Whoever lies in this eternal rest sleeps quietly
Knowing that one person
Unknown to the rest of the world
Remembers them at least once a day
And for them…that is enough.
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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