The Dead

The Dead 
-e.webb

lay to rest in a lychgated surround,
all are from east-to-west laying found,

lay in a silence beyond no sound, under the earthy ground,

 presence unknown but for a headed stone

A life gone,
lay eternally long,
beside robins sitting in song, 

interrupted hourly by a bells irrupted  bong.

all that lie,
lay equalled,
for all lain are dead,
as beauty, riches and body,
have all 
from all lay fled 

Time and year when death to you came,
A pointless point
 all dead to dead the same,
But read and fathomed ,
The faceless stone,
By a livings eye whom came.
the life that once lived, 
by thee whom under stones lain.