No absolution lies here with the dead;
Exoneration molders in its grave
And amnesty is just another name
This tomb bears neither epitaph nor name
But stands its vigil silent as the dead
And lonely marks a long-forgotten grave
Upon the moor a council stands as grave
As anyone who calligraphs his name
To call to mind progenitors long dead.
The dead lie easy in their barrow-grave; the living bear the burden of their name.