Stones the same

 So Glen Beck says

The number one regret

At the end of days

Is the burying

Who we really wanted 

To be

Worrying what others 

Think

Keeping file and rank

Staying in the lines

Following the by number

Colors

Chiding those who

Stray

Thinking their bend

Is the end all rule

For others

Disdaining stained glass

Preferring austerity 

Cause it's always been

Thus in this family

Misunderstood Emily's

Condemned to a dark eternity 

For writing poetry

And not minding the

Laundry

Sad markers in the cemetery's 

All saying practically the

Same thing boringly

Of he was born

Of she died

Sterile dates

Cliche epithets

Safe within the lines 

No color in these

Marbled rows.

Crosby Lake Cemetery 

Starke