Sand ( Edited)

     
The grave-yard slabs    
once straight and lettered    
wear the ages no better    
than the man beneath the sod.    
Reaper-winds cut into the stone    
returning proud monuments    
to the very grains of sand    
from which the stone had come    
before being riven off the cliff    
to serve mans pride    
and dreams of eternity,    
while the writhing worm    
turns flesh to soil    
casting man back . . . .    
upon the face of earth