The Human Depot

A poem by Beverly Stock. Originally published on TheChainedMuse.com on June 2, 2018. It can be found here.

A Human Depot,
 A resting place
 Full of dignity,
 history and grace.

The monuments

Are carefully tended there,

Naming who rests where

Naming who cared.

Showing life's order
 placed in a row:
 One in a sole grave site
 Perhaps three deep in a row.

When was life started,
 when did it end?
 Were they a husband,
 wife or a friend?

Are there flowers,
 garlands and such?
 Is it a forgotten grave
 never tended too much?

Deep in the earth
 It matters little
 whether roses lay on top or
 branches of thistle.

The love each human carried,
 as they entered their grave,
 is a timeless banner
 Forever engraved.

It’s a simple example

Of what humans do best, 

We lie upon our backs

And gently rest.

So, it's the last nap of life,
 But we're dressed-to-the-nines
 As though we might meet
 A special someone, anytime..