A Picnic In The Cemetery

As you spread your sandwiches out on the table stone, Why not read the lichened inscription beneath your lunch? In life I was eaten up by pride, ambition, envy Rest on my resting place. Be thankful for birdsong. I have no heart left to be stirred by it My name is a half way pause between moss and ivy Not worth a glance or a thought, a second look Be thankful for today, the warm sun on your head Resting light as thistledown on the nettles When you walk off over the grass Reflect on the breath that enters and leaves your body It is slight as air, it is nothing, it is everything It is the most valuable thing you’ll ever possess