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Family of Whatever
by Joe CramerAll the headstones line up
Straight and granite gray
In the early morning sun.
Some carved so intricately
Whitewashed and such.
Most have names, dates, sayings,
Beloved this, deceased that,
Family of whatever.
It feels good to me,
Not knowing the how or why
Of my actual demise.
I have lived longer, larger
That I might ever surmise.
The marble statues stand so pretty
In a row, scattered
Hither to and fro.
Cherubic angels, gargoyles, and such
I know this much.
This much I know.
The brass markers
Lie scattered
All over the ground,
101st Infantry, USN, Airborne,
This name, that name
Your name, my name.
The headstones, crypts
Masoleums loom largely
In cold late afternoon day,
As the sun slants away
From my New Orleans cemetary. 09/25/2008 Author's Note: ... if you do one thing in your life... visit the cemetaries of New Orleans...
Posted on 09/25/2008
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
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