Monday, August 2, 2010


On level three just past the dukes and dames,
entwined, protruding from the hardened dirt,
two lovers lie, their putrified remains
exposed for all to see and then assert
some pretty fiction: 'this a romance strong,'
'in life together, not parted in death,'
'an injured soldier made the journey home
lay with his dying love till his last breath.'
What sentimental rot! The caption reads:
'their love endured though world around would end'
We spin our tales of love's heroic deeds
But no one knows what lies around the bend.
The love we said would never die, grow old
Now like them lies in dusty earth out cold.

sar 2010