Unremarkable
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.
Horror Sleaze Trash 