Among the graves, a sunny afternoon
Walking round Salford checking out places
A new graveyard to me, old though, new mown
So many stones in rows, life replaces
The dead quite rightly, unlike old traces
Of religious thought quoted on these stones
When you’re dead you’re dead, forgotten cases
The earth moves on, it isn’t sad, no moans
For life itself is temporary loans
Of land and air and water, films and tunes
While bodies work they take many paces
And we think it’s permanent and our bones
And skin are exceptionally immune
But see these graves and question your basis!
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