Granite & Marble
09/18/2013 I stand in a place of granite and marble,
Stones are marked with names and dates,
For the forgotten faces frozen below the cold, cold ground.
The wakening morn shows snow and white,
And down, down, down it falls to the stones and light,
As a shroud that settles on faces in the ground.
Of the sky, a swirling stew of gray and gloom,
But for a charcoal crow void of flight and light,
For it perched, alone, on an edifice of life-no more.
Each stone that marks the names and dates,
Tell stories far too short and solemn,
And miss the faces and years of stories left untold.