Contributor: Bruce Mundhenke

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The earth has claimed the bones
Of many I have known.
No longer do they walk the earth,
Or speak of anything.
No longer do they toil,
Or worry anymore,
Or help those that they care for,
Or hurt those that they don't.
Like a fallen flake of snow,
They are silent where they lie.
No longer do they need a thing,
After they have died,
And for now, upon the earth,
They neither laugh or cry.
They cannot tell of pain they had,
Or pleasures that they knew,
Their possessions have they left behind,
For others now to own.
Their time on earth is ended,
After the spirit is flown.


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Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. He enjoys reading and writing poetry. He lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.