Grave Sight (poem)
Stones with names long claimed by mother earth sink into the ground
So old the ones beneath cannot be found
Coffins, urns, and empty spaces
All lay still within their places
Only I am moving on this land
A heavy rock held in my hand
No coin or bill or fortune for me
So this is where I had to flee
The stone I carry is all to my name
Though I guess in death we're all the same
So here I lay this scribbled stone
And here I'll rest in my new home
RAAAAA you paint pictures with your words

