here lies Solomon Mundy
dead
he lived a peasant’s life
it’s said
his leathered skin
scrubbed once a year
and fortitude loosened
with a fist and a beer
he feared the stars
above his head
he feared the dark
he feared the dead
he feared the giver
of his daily bread
and if he could rise
from his darkened pit
and see how life today
was lit
he might crawl back
and stay below
let ignorance live
let knowledge go
paulhp poetry 