What lays below
Six feet deep
In hallowed ground beneath my feet?
Etched in marble slab a name.
Rotting flesh
Decayed remains.
Who was this person beneath my feet?
A scandalous whore or a virtuous soul?
A sinner, a saint, a little of both?
Doesn’t matter now-
Dead they remain
Life is done – time expired
In loving memory of remains
