Epitaph Poem by David McLansky

Out of the earth
I raised this stone
Fearing I would die unknown;
I set it in the muddy soil
Straining hard in labored toil.

I set this stone
Of common worth
That it might note
My name and birth;
That when I came
To draw last breath,
That it might note
My time of death.

What lay between
The weathered dates,
The reckless scenes
Of random Fates,
Lives beyond me
In my books:
The journeyed search
For Love I took.

a.k.a..
D.G. McLansky
5/4/1944 -