This massive stone edifice, intricately carved, and commissioned at considerable expense,
and so very imposing that wandering among the lesser memorials in this garden overgrown with shrubs, brambles, grass and tombstones all sprouting from the earth I should, perhaps, be over-awed,
as might other passers-by have been who had known the power and wealth of the man who had it built.
What ego it displays for all the worlds to see, both of the living and the dead!
What confidence that in years to come his name would still be read with respect, reverence and - by some - a touch of fear.
But all who did
now dead around him lie,
and the only eyes which look upon the inscription of his name
do so out of curiosity because the guide book says the architect
was famed for many other, even greater works than this fanstastic stone arrangement which marks a life forgotten now,
and where lie bones just as those
in a pauper's grave
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