David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

After My Death - Poem by David McLansky

No stillness filled the air,
The Nation didn't pause
Speechless with despair;
No limousine procession
Slowly snaked the road,
Winding to the crowded hill
And my last abode;
No local politicians
Recalled the City's loss
No Abbot of the Diocese
Softly kissed his Cross;
No Mayor of the Village
Called me Mankind's Friend,
No speeches intoned over me
Recalling Life at end;
At my empty grave site
Two weeping children stood,
Summarizing all I'd done
And all I ever would.

Comments about After My Death by David McLansky

  • Vidura Prabhath (9/14/2014 6:47:00 AM)

    I like your ideas (Report) Reply

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  • (7/8/2014 11:10:00 AM)

    ..........truly this is one of the best poems I read today....the ending makes this poem special.... (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (7/8/2014 10:55:00 AM)

    If my children should weep by my grave I would be well pleased as Joe said the rest is crap. Terrific poem (Report) Reply

  • Joe Hughes (4/1/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    Children - the ultimate tribute - the rest is crap!
    Beautifully captured.
    Thank you.
    Joe Hughes on Poemhunter and at joehughes.org.uk
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  • (12/25/2012 8:34:00 AM)

    Totally awesome write. Those two children are far and away a greater accomplishment then any of the others. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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