Tombstare
by
Nathanael Smith

Sitting in the hallway
Halfway between time and space
The monoliths rising around me
Somehow I feel out of place

Meandering among the ancients
Softest grass the carpet for death
Each of these stones a monument
To someone at one with the earth

The peacefulness reigns in this place
a victim not of elder years
a victim, no, but rather close companions
Ethereal bond formed by the human tears

For tears are shed each time that man aspires
to reach the heavens, tries and fails
The hours of the passerby light fires
Beckons in the night, to no avail

Far above, the moon shines down fitfully
Worried by mortal man's constant run
She smiles, and the pain and the agony
By the moonlight are set on the run.