Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
“Everybody must get stoned.”
Ha! Didn't see that one coming.
Headstones cost everything. All of you spent on the few letters that will fit across the width. Phooey. I want no headstone, no casket, no funeral, no wake. Just all I gave you, moving on without me. Good enough.
Rock on, Donna!Annie, I understand. But I do love cemeteries, the older and stonier the better. There’s a little one on a knoll in the country about twenty miles from where we live, with some markers made of wood, the names and dates barely legible, if at all. Simple pioneer folk who arrived here with just strength enough to die, or to bury one or more of their children.
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