Entombed

My name is a tombstone rubbing,
I am dead and rotten,
Flesh and coffin long forgotten,
To roam the world underneath,
In rubble, stone, and compost heaps,
Lay not lilies at my feet,
For I am no longer there

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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