Grave Sights

Stones sink into the ground

 The oldest beneath never to be found 

Coffins, urns, and empty spaces 

All lay still set in their places 

Only I move 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 laid this scribbled stone 

And here I rest in my new home