Epitaphs Beyond The Urn - An Ongoing Series Till It's (He's) Not Poem by Warren Falcon

'But if it ends / the start is begun' - William Carlos Williams

1
Here scattered is he at last soundless.
As when alive, though everywhere now,
he's still-yet groundless.

Lived more by his tongue than 'is feet,
(he'd now confess)

He just lived it best as could but
what for's still an ancient ongoing guess.

2
[Note to an over-bearing part self]

Newly dead
I swore you
to a would-be
cloud

bore you on the lowest shoulder

me too too soon to be shroud


you lived silent enough to be
ignored
so passing, yours, calls attention
well deserved


pity or verse?
both in one?

the Worst

3
bidden, he bore

not a grave
but a door

where is no need to knock


his life grokked
it is no longer

there's no mock in
it tho
as it was and now is


all that is not
never
was his business

but his was only to
obey
That which bade

the Ever Hidden -

be poet
maker


he made

all praise to the Bidder