sarcophagus reclined
marble instruments of men
initials inscribed
from among the meadow green
monuments like mountains
each shouting a name forgotten
do you remember your father's name
o child
do you remember those who came before
do their bones, breaking and brittle
cease to cause awe and wonder
do their souls turn to dust also
does your life still matter
if no one knows your cause
or if the sea claims your corpse
what is the sum of all actions
what is the price for your devotions
surely it is not this
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
