On My Uncle’s Burial

On my Uncle’s Burial

On headstones are names,

To call no notice

not year, not month, not date

Nor that which drew-

A candle lit upon their beds.

Its who they were and what they are,

That made the others cry.

Into some age unseen,

Who knew it was not Time,

That plucked the man to die.

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