Tombstones by B F Jones

B F Jones, Poetry


A life well lived.
Acronyms were not her friends
Great father, average husband
A life well lived?
John something something
She believed in iteration
You ain’t getting that back
I regret nothing.
We buried you with your travel mug
Name and message TBC
Reunited with her daughter.Pass the burgers, Jesus
Evil man, thief of trees and innocence
I demand a recount
Going to hell, need anything?
I’ve taken all your secrets.
A life well lived?
We will remember love.
Lived fast, died wet
I told you so, Margaret

A life.