a churchyard near sada

she was the elegant the fashion plate
the one who set the standard for the rest
who thought herself the luckiest and blessed
demanding always to be set in state
and yet though she might chasten and berate
was still by joy and sunlight all possessed
and knew those things that make the morning best
now in the concrete she also must wait
what must be said by others has been said
the corpse is burned and ashes have been placed
in the flat wall now silence will remain
when all the mourners from the yard are led
and one day memory shall be erased
and on the shore will fall the steady rain