GraveyardA Poem by Nathan the SaneAfter the Yahrzeit of a family friend, I walked through the graveyard and saw how each tombstone looked different. But when I exited, they all looked surprisingly similar, and these words arose.I stand at the gate and watch the sea of stone Hundreds of rocks set in crisscrossing lines From afar every stone looks the same Perfect copies of the same exact rock When all’s said and done, just the rock is left A name Two dates And maybe a prayer All carved in the gray stone of our death People want to leave a mark on this world They want to be remembered as more than a stone They decorate it Paint it Try to fill it with life But, in the end, it’s only a stone As you walk through this garden of stone You see every rock is not the same The name is different The dates are different The prayers change, too But the stone, the stone Is always the same The same exact stone of our death Each stone is a call out to the living From a place far away “I was here I am here This rock is mine In life and in death This is a spot that is mine In this cruel, cruel world” I see all the rocks as the same one All chipped out of the great stone of life Into little stones of death You take a part of the world that made and killed you And claim it as your own And call that space your own Do not trouble me with life Do not trouble me with death But please Save me a bit Of that big living stone© 2016 Nathan the SaneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNathan the SaneEven Yehuda, IsraelAbout"Writing is easier. You can choose what to write and what to erase. What to cross out and what to revise. I hide behind my words, rewriting again and again, just because I can." My name is Nathan Lew.. more..Writing
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