Sand   ( Village  cemetery Northamptonshire )

 
      
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  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