Cemetery Visit

I paused at a cemetery the other day It seemed inviting in its quiet way. Each headstone heralded the numbers, Birth/death for he/she who slumbers. Surely, though, there's more to discern About the lives that lie 'neath the grass. Here is a monument to Thomas Hearn— Impressive, announcing a man of class. His towering tribute gives me pause, Does death really make us all the same? Some here sleep with no applause, A small, flat slab is all they claim. I look across the cemetery's ground. Glinting granite rises above all others. Even here equality is not to be found Among Christ's sisters and brothers.