The Blank Grave

In a place
Nobody goes
Is a grave
Nobody knows
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

A blank slab
Weathered and gray
People blab
About today
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

Unsaved souls
Inside holes
Outside the gate
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

What’s below?
Honor or shame
I don’t know
We’re all the same
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

The greatest one
Among those shun
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

God gave us
A holy plan
Love and bless
Your fellow man
With no ‘In Memory Of.’

One day we
May understand
Living free
Throughout the land
With no ‘In Memory Of.’



About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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