Text 13 Sep Epitaphs

Barbara Howard

I was Young and restless,

Loved fun and all other

Even my brother, Gilbert.

To whom I would tell all

Even my dislike of Anna Osle.

Her soot- stained clothes,

Her stench of fish,

Her hair always putrid.

How I could not stand the sight of her.

Yet as I lay looking,

Unable to be seen,

Over all engraved crosses,

I see Gilbert and Anna

Together since I left.

Why would he not tell me?

Julio Tallet

Beatris!

Oh! You wonderful woman!

I worked all day for you

And all night if you wished

But it seems my abscence bored you

You found another playmate.

Raul.

You aven called to him at night.

I went to meet him.

He was horrid.

I shot him and myself

At the though of leaving you alone

Here were are, side by side

All we can talk of is you

Beatris!

Anna Osle

I have lived well,

Even better when I found Gilbert.

He pulled me out of my misery

And helped me begin anew.

Yet after I got bumped

By that red, speedy car,

I wake up and see,

All I know crying.

IĀ ask Gilbert “Who do you cry for?”

He doesnt answer.

I ask all, “Who do you cry for?”

No one hears me.

The casket is closed

And nobody answers.

Ribert Armas

Many crimes have been

Commited only for science

But this takes the cup.

Julio, the night guard,

Always sleeps. Yet when

Raul comes into my bed,

Julio remains dormant.

Both make money every night

And lose their morals once the sun goes down.

How can you be a guard

And let the guardee get stolen?

Not even noticing it when

Even my grave

Is so obviously left open?

Thomas Trians

First it was a way to skip school

Then it became something much more.

But I needed to be better,

More convinving for she was good.

Doctor Beatris Tallet.

She was grand in every way

Even her age but it made

No difference at all to me.

When I got sick or injured

I did not try to get better.

If I did, I tried to get sick

All just to see her.

I did it really well once though

Too well

For she sent me me home

Where I drifted into darkness

As I watch my father, Gilbert

Die.


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