Legacy Poem by Seamus O' Brian

Tomb stones planted in granite rows
Speak without voice to future tenants
But for the passed, the tense is present.
The living speak for the dead
Speak to dust dancing
From death to death─
The dead buried for the living
For the sake of the dead
Or so the living won't forget
What the dead can't remember.
The sun slants between
Patterns of granite and green
Whispers of silence ascend
From rows of corpses unseen.

But my watch reads one ten,
So it's time, it would seem,
To return to unliving again.