Debt to the Dead

Paying interest
On debts to the dead
For days not mourning
Time to be measured by the heart
Not the head

Confusing depression
For grief and seeking relief
From life and its sorrows
Not contemplating
Our limited tomorrows

A hidden revolutionary war grave
Decorated with flags
Where the dead are honored
A place to be sad

A place to consider
The youth of forrest trees
The age of the bones
How rock walls were made
On hands and knees
How graves speak
Isolated but not alone

Mortality is an enemy
That will meet defeat
On bended knees
Before a Resurrected King

To receive rewards and
To pay debts for this life
For tears shed or
Tears failed to be shed

A bitter task
For all humans in time and space
An obligation and privilege
From the living to the dead