I walked among the dead today,
Beneath their rows of stones they lay,
Expecting naught but timeís decay,
Within their darkness deep.
I saw a gathered family weep,
As Earth received her charge to keep,
Then homeward go for shorter sleep,
That ends in dreary morn.
The day comes soon, when Iíll be shorn
Of breath and leave my loves forlorn,
As from my waking life Iím torn
And placed beneath my stone.
Yet there I shall not be alone,
Where others stay more dust than bone;
Our voice will sing in winds that moan,
Awaiting judgment day.
Copyright ©2007 Ambrose C. Madden