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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Here lieth baby Rachel Born 10th Sept 1894 Died 30th Oct 1896” Marble stone that lays above the head, white chippings that blanket the body, flowerless vase that sits naked crying out for a fragrant moment if only to perfume its stagnancy. I see an odorous pool being replenished, rain drops aiding hope and life, a renewal to the neoclassical container that one day must have been complemented with loving hands of grief. I find no track to this lonely corner, forgotten in this living place of death! No visitor to gaze upon its epitaph no one to care “Whom here lieth” Beneath this broken monument. “Velvet skin that the cruel age turns to husks, naked bones left to mature the grass above, weeping willow guardian of shade and light, Who! Knows what nourishment its searching tentacles beget.” “Corpus soul aimlessly floating in limbo, looking at me here this very minute? Feeling my sensitivity as I stand here, alone, Is there no escape for anyone? ‘Unless life is indeed the enemy’” Warped in thought I stare at her monument, built by caring minds and dexterous hands, tradesmen whom with spade and chisel penetrated sculptured within nature just to honour a child’s brief life on earth. I walk away along the newly beaten track, grass and nettle bow before my impending stride, my mind is wrenched with reverence, I climb aboard my mechanized shovel “I wonder why! Why should it bother me so!” © Harry J Horsman 1992
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