Simple Verse. No.4 - When I Died

I lived poor and died poor. No obituary written Nowhere a black flag fluttered No one grieved No bells tolled No prayers recited, To still my departed soul! My body was wheeled in a hearse With a few following With hesitant steps More as a custom than a gesture true The open gates of the walled cemetery Allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave In a remote corner it stood Close to an overgrown hedge Among many a mound That bore no name on it Oh, the indigent and the lonely Are destined to huddle together In death under the sod With their identities merged Into a single clan! My body when swiftly lowered to the pit And as everyone left to join the rage of life, I pondered, how on this Earth The distinctions of rank Extend down unto dust And follow one like a faithful mongrel