The Dead

The DeadÂ
-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,Â
interrupted hourly by a bells irrupted  bong.
all that lie,
lay equalled,
for all lain are dead,
as beauty, riches and body,
have allÂ
from all lay fledÂ
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,Â
by thee whom under stones lain.

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Comments
To the dead, no deaths go unknown, be it one of new are one of times long gone.. Very good poem Ed,  through deaths existence, no discrimination is known.Like once in life, now in death shall they continue to carry on and thus, forever belong....Job well done...
With regards,
Jimmy
Great read! Kudos