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