Stories

It was always a story
something to explain
why it rained or didn’t
what grew & what failed
the surprise hail storm
the divine right of kings.

Wars could not explain themselves well
but stories rushed in. Characters clashed
ripped pages from ancient books
framed them in gold.

We are buried with the stories we know
burned to the last bookmark
mixed in an urn & placed beneath
etched granite for others to read.

Here lies a story:
may it be rewritten well.