This, the quietest of places
Apart from the pigeons
The birdsong, the highway
And the railroad
This, the quietest of places
Is a final rest place
For the Oblate and Priest
Also for the two Sisters
Perhaps
The central mound
With its single oak
Amongst unkempt grasses
Is symbolic
But I could not say of what
For I am not a religious man
If you are able to believe me