
Had you known your granite headstone
would be flanked by two unknowns
you might have thought it significant;
as yours stands tall like one chosen
compared to their drunken faces.
The tree that shadows where you lay
its sloughed bark being last to view
the moonlights felicitations;
In your day sinewy green with youth
has suffered change like you have.
The proud and leafy head is burnt
broken and lifeless; its blackened
antler branches gouging the sky.
The knuckled roots naked of earth
reshape the form you left behind.
The unknown blistered facing flags
askew upon the biers they mark
wedged between the tree’s webbed feet
is living proof that men must fear.
Names mean nothing to nature here.
Though Earth has held your name upright
slow moving time has wrought its change;
skeletal remains seeking rebirth
remarry to achieve what you could not.
Path to Mecca: world without end.
-TONY ASHENDEN
Tony is a seasoned traveller; a computer analyst, seaman, shaman, and a complementary alternative therapist. He is a writer of poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In his own words – Life is real only then when I am. Please visit his blog Mine Quick Voice of Aquarius to read more of his work.

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Tony captures the reality of death and the insignificance it bestows to identities that once thought themselves invincible. Time takes its toll and no one is spared – not even nature can escape the brittleness of ageing. Remnants may remain of the physical but it’s the spirit that breaks free contemplating where and when to take the plunge again.
Congratulations Tony!
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graphically described comments! Thanks again to you Terveen for your insights and the encouragement you give to us writers.
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A riveting poem, Tony. It is well crafted.
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Tony it is nice to read you again. I think Terveen has said it all. It is a beautifully written piece about how life goes on above us and even when we leave this earth, it continues to grow, change and even die. Truly makes us think! Congradulations again, Tony and hope you weekend is truly blessed. Big hugs, Joni
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holy smokes I read several times now. Insightful… humbling. A reminder that dust we are and to dust we shall all return. Great poem Tony. Wow..!!!
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