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We climbed the stile And swished our way Knee deep in dusty grass, Leaving behind in our wake Rising bees, and butterflies, and pollen. Bypassing long and high a pile of earth, Showing balding sides of white. Came close a clump of lumps, Bumps and bowls, Round and flat and dished. Depressions that once were fished, For what? The Moon, a cut of cheese, The Sun, a golden sovereign, The Stars, designed to please? Is this perhaps a blueprint land, A copy of the Sky, A reference page to last for ever, Where written word can lie? Is this perhaps a library A complete collection of fact, But in a foreign tongue To be translated with tact. Do not our tombstones record the day, Tell the length of life. Give clue to family tree, Before the swing of ending knife. Or After all But a cemetery, The dead the only beneficiary? |