Marbled roll call

Scribed in stone,

Whose life do you reflect

As you stare past the living?

Those on your face already rest.

Legions more live,

Carry their burdens of memory.

You are not forgotten.

Others still die but cannot claim

A place upon your marbled bed.

Just as surely

They deserve your comfort.

They too have shed

Their innocence or blood,

But could not die on time.

Instead they wander among us ....

Will they survive

Only my memories

And fade with my ashes

When I join their ranks of history ...?

RLT (c)