Stone Garden
By Ron McCalip
I lie in a stone
garden
With granite over my
head
It’s oh so very quiet
here
There’s little gossip
amongst the dead.
Moss and turf they blanket
me
As I lay sheltered
from storm
Bindings all so
comfort me
Yet they seldom keep
me warm.
I slumber now eternal
My putrid corpse a
rotting.
Handsome only in a
dream…
I hear the Devil
plotting.
The battle's far from
over.
Tis a war of which I’m
done.
My soul’s what stands
on trial now
For chances, I have
but one
My defense must be
perfect
An acquittal,
there'll be none.
I await my fate alone.
With my corpse, the
sky and stone.
The days and years, they
fast fly by
These old bones, they
do but crumble
Still now, my soul
awaits the judgment day
Till then I can’t
even mumble!
I lie in a stone
garden
With granite over my
head
It’s oh so very quiet
here
There’s little gossip
amongst the dead.
