The Untouched Stone
In the sands of Arizona
Lies a grave so all alone
Whether miner or cowboy fey
That blank red stone won’t say

Someone lived and then they died
Their body planted where it now lies
Their blood drank by thirsty soil
Their brittle bones all bleached and boiled

Once their name was said aloud
But they took it with them into their shroud
That cradles bones in folds of cotton
Like a memory totally forgotten

And one day soon, just like them
Time will stop these tired limbs
My name like my body to dust
And all that was me will be lost