Daniel S. Irwin


The stone didn’t seem
All that unique.
Just another in a sea
Of carefully arranged
Blocks of rocks.

A bit of moss grows
On the south side
And the base has
A few chipped spots
Created by the caretaker’s
Riding lawn mower.

Unremarkable in this
Silent setting where
Supposed equality in fate
Is belied in the last take
Of ‘one-up-manship’
In grandness of memorial.

Unremarkable other than
For the misspelling of
My name.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s