Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

After My Death


No stillness filled the air,
The Nation didn't pause
Speechless with despair;
No limousine procession
Slowly snaked the road,
Winding to the crowded hill
And my last abode;
No local politicians
Recalled the City's loss
No Abbot of the Diocese
Softly kissed his Cross;
No Mayor of the Village
Called me Mankind's Friend,
No speeches intoned over me
Recalling Life at end;
At my empty grave site
Two weeping children stood,
Summarizing all I'd done
And all I ever would.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/8/2014 11:10:00 AM)

    ..........truly this is one of the best poems I read today....the ending makes this poem special.... (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (7/8/2014 10:55:00 AM)

    If my children should weep by my grave I would be well pleased as Joe said the rest is crap. Terrific poem (Report) Reply

  • Joe Hughes (4/1/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    Children - the ultimate tribute - the rest is crap!
    Beautifully captured.
    Thank you.
    Joe Hughes on Poemhunter and at joehughes.org.uk (Report) Reply

  • Lynne Fincherspringarden (2/22/2013 8:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful. Our accomplishments in this world are no less important though they go unnoticed by the masses. And the children left weeping at the grave will understand to clearly their great loss. Another 10. (Report) Reply

  • Tony Karas (12/25/2012 8:34:00 AM)

    Totally awesome write. Those two children are far and away a greater accomplishment then any of the others. (Report) Reply

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