Carving Out My Name

-Carving Out My Name-
by
Keaton Foster



Naked
Bare
Steady the hand
A skilled man
Down upon one knee
Adequate force applied
Marking out letters
Dates of the beginning
Certifications of the end
Crude, but effective
Carving out my name
On a heavy stone
That was just there
Waiting, ready
Who placed it
Quite unclear
Immovable
Impossible
Forever and ever
It will be
A marker of me
The end of the line
No one else’s
But mine
Some will come
Just a few
A handful of strangers
Obligated out of sadness
They could not allow a man
Such as I to face the end alone
Standing there in uncomfortable poses
They will say nothing
So will I
Carving out my name
Marking my place
Setting who I was
Into stone
Kind lies
Will be truthfully lent
A servant of God
Will speak on my behalf
Ignorant and blind
Are those who knew me
In such a moment of time
They will let him carry on
When he is done
The reality of all that I’ve done
Will come back full on
Cursed in life
Blessed in death
Hypocrisy reigns supreme
Amen will be said
Something I myself
Never truly meant
Flowers will be placed
Then forever all who came
Will turn and walk away
I will eternally remain
As motionless as the stone
That will shows those alive
Where it is I have gone…



Carving Out My Name
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.