listings on the tombstones in Rockland.
"Here Lies a Troubled Man"
Loneliness is a slow-acting
but fatal poison.
"Here Lies a Farmer"
As long as there was gentle
sunlight, I was able to grow
anything.
"Here Lies an Ordinary Mother"
Good night.
Until we meet again.
"Here Lies a Nameless Soldier"
"For me, War was life itself.
"Here Lies a Poet"
As evidence of my life,
I leave behind a song that
will be my epitaph.
"Last word of a Women
who died on the street"
Clive, forgive me for not
dying at your hands.
© 1997-99
Nick Boice