A Stone on My Head
by Gerald Zipper

Someone left a stone
tradition of rememberance
I could feel the pressure on my head
underground
someone touched me
someone loved me
prodded the memory of my life
roused the mocking ground
whispered final wisps
tail-ends of laughter
climax of songs and dances
of tears and wonder
tumbled irrevocably
under a careless sun and lordly sky
someone left a stone
to rest on my breast
to soothe my lonely residue.