Mark R. Elias

At A Pauper's Grave - Poem by Mark R. Elias

Borne of the earth, return you now to earth.
Return you, yes, to welcome in the seed,
To sing the mighty flower into birth,
And green the grass for all its holy worth.
Your song's as good as anyone's. Indeed,
While you've no angel carved, no monument,
No lurid lasting testament to greed,
No sacred words some mason's hands to bleed,
You've soil to share, having known the same descent
As all and any neighbour glory-sealed.
And maybe something proved you different,
Proved you above the easy sentiment
That led these buried souls their soul to yield
And in that yield move brethren tomb to dress.
Perhaps you've greater story, here revealed
In this your humble resting place, this field
And I've to thrill now at the effortless
And moving path to passing your grave is
And hope my own as much, wish equal bless
On my own passing into nothingness
That I here wish on yours, have my dismiss
Inspire someone enough a poem to make
Or stand before my grave and whisper this:
In earth lies all of heaven, all of bliss.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • Freshman - 1,222 Points David Harris (8/26/2014 2:20:00 PM)

    Has to be another ten. Excellent stuff. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

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