The whole world is a monument to death: <br />Water plants hold the place of the drowned, <br />The tree roots those dying trapped in place, <br />While clouds mark the souls of the newly dead, <br />And the stars, their numberless acts of grace. <br /> <br />In the center of the planet lies molten ore: <br />The emotion of all who've been bereaved- <br />And sometimes bursts from the bowels of earth, <br />Issuing when the volcano breathes; <br />And still the stones stand, remembering. <br /> <br />On restless days, the wind moans their names <br />And dolorous mountains repeat the same.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-the-stones-stand-remembering/
