At the Catholic Cemetery

Where once was laughter, rain erodes rock –
surrogate tears for nearby mother’s grief
buried heart and breast decaying or decayed
shudders of woe long ceased.

Yet in this row, silenced children cue
rib-cages once filled blood and gush and laugh and sigh
now own stale air, dust, vacancy.

And someday my child will join that rank and file
and time will transform remembrances and monuments to dust
and the sun will grow to cleanse the Earth
and the universe will shrink or shred away.

Time, that slathering beast, that pilferer,
that ravaging foe, that unbiased judge,
will take all, less perhaps, faith.

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