surprising Uncle Marcus
I walked through a graveyard
It was dusk short of night
I marveled at my sense of fright
Expecting rising ghouls or bloody hands
Sticking through the well trimmed space
To clutch at me in grim revenge
For trampling on their resting place
Or awakening them with my footfall sounds
So I moved my mind to reading the stones
Seeking those who went aground
In a shorter time then I’ve been around
I guess I wanted to win a game
Though such a game has little gain
And then I came upon a stone so fresh
The written carvings still very sharp
And I laughed as I left the scene
A cruel thing to do in a graveyard
It sounds so mean
Yet the epitaph written so well
Remains in mind till this very day
“Here lies Uncle Marcus
Taken in his 70th year
He was atheist till the very end
Surprised by the Pearly Gates
Just around the bend”
