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Inside the Fences

The tombstones would be hidden were they six feet further From the curved macadam where the rubber squeals Across the road from all that matters, All that's going on outside their fence, Spiked at two heights and overgrown with greenbrier vines, The steps to the gate so steep That secrets are easily kept From all but the most insistent. Touched by three centuries, Fanny Ramsey, died December 8, 1911, At about 113 years of age, And Mary, mother of David J. Hays, Whose grave bears a higher, larger crown than hers. And a child, a human whose birth and death Have faded into watery stone. And others, names forgotten or unnamed, Related to each other somehow.