Those slabs that men once placed to line the tomb,
A friend, a leader, a king, or perhaps just someone who I wished I had known,
When deserved in eternity so much room,
Looking at the skeleton of a burial long ago,
When bones are dust and only rock remains,
I look at the bridge that time builds,
And feel humbled by the complexity of it all,
When I know that I am not an accident of nature,
Because I love, I am and I feel the moment,
This time, this place is overwhelming.
Anthony Foster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-burial-chamber-in-wales/
