The graveyard.
Few places of rest
Here, ' so said
The Sexton.
‘Half century
I have been here, '
‘I saw old Age
I saw sickness
I saw Youth truncated
I saw tragedies
I saw disasters
I saw the mourning
I heard the screams
I feared red eyes.
I saw the coffins.
I saw them lowered
Heard the dull
Grating
As they were
Lowered,
Now time is come.
For me Ageing
Has been a privilege
Amongst disasters.
Yet
Save the engineering
Of Immortality
Down one these graves
Is all my tally'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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