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(18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

A Picnic in the Cemetery

As you spread your sandwiches out on the table stone,
Why not read the lichened inscription beneath your lunch?

In life I was eaten up by pride, ambition, envy
Rest on my resting place. Be thankful for birdsong.
I have no heart left to be stirred by it

My name is a half way pause between moss and ivy
Not worth a glance or a thought, a second look

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