Poem-A-Day: Day 182

What Would You Like on Your Tombstone?

it seemed like a grave
situation, something set
in stone; granite bastions
locked in dead enthrall with
something groundlike; soft
wet earth fresh from the digging
done. it seemed like a grave sense
of struggle, sometime between
now and the after; life becoming
transitional, a paradoxical situation;
a grave meeting between two selves.
it seemed like a grave stone resting
on a square base, jutting perpendicular
from the clawing blades of grass, straight
up to the skies as they transition from
blue to grey within the passing of seasons,
thought, time, and caring. it seemed like
a grave sense of urgency surrounding,
a choking air, two foggy claws wrapping 
blissful, airy fingers around a waiting neck.
The graves spell out what the lives couldn’t,
a cheapening sense of permanence, that will one day
be nothing more than broken words on chipped blocks.