Karakatta

The orderly dishevelled

Of marble headstones

Arranged

For lives forgotten

Legacies lost

The whisper of mortality

Few will hear

Because nobody dies

No

We all live forever

Or must

Lest our lives be

Forgot

The moment the

Clods knock

Smiles fade

Tears flow into

The workaday.

This little quiet

Corner for a town

Packs more fear

Than grief.