Physics and Gravestones in the Old Settlers’ Burying Ground in Lancaster Massachusetts
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photo By Magicpiano – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=99792409
Some stones have crumbled and have grown dead moss
And some have almost tumbled, knowing tilt
Is what life offers. Christ’s long-worshiped cross
Lacks prominence. His holy blood was spilt
To no avail to chisels of these stones.
The light and shade are present everywhere,
Not just upon the carvings. Mumbled moans
Have dissipated long ago. The spare
Cut lettering is gone on tombs of some
Now lost to mourning, every memory of
The older settlers here forever dumb.
Now none of us recalls them or their love.
The remnant of a fence has failed to halt
Sly entropy’s destruction by default.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Apr 25, 2025 | Uncategorized |