Graves swallow brands, sands and strands of the brave
Who challenge lozenges in every stage, every wage and every age
Of life where mourners with wailing banners, scanners and spanners rave
As coffins, muffins and remains in the soil bacteria engage.
Graves accommodate the poor, the rich, the young
In the same soil where dearth, health, stealth, wealth, mansions, pretensions
Attentions, pride, valour, fling, bling, wigs, tattoos and the sharp tongue
Count for nothing because they all accomplish their destinies' missions.
Graves respect knaves and slaves, disrespect viscounts
Who they allow to borrow zillions to build a modern mausoleum
Or to dig a shallow ditch in clay, loam or sand despite fat or thin Internet access accounts
Because graves denote final resting places above publicities of a museum.
Graves crave for caskets, love pine coffins and wave cremation ash urns
For which varieties of cemeteries and morgues entertain no discrimination whatever
Because cadavers feed worms, need bacteria and weed side burns
From the flamboyant, the humble, the heartbroken and the downtrodden driver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem