In life I wear a mask, in death a grave
This mask is kingly borne to fit the great.
To place remains in grounds with nothing to save.
The mask after my life is just my fate.

To say to smile futile, I have no eyes
They ask why don’t you wear a hat.
I scream disguise is pain to hide my cries
A cap inadequate, I have no use for that.

The parts of life I need to keep today
Will go below as people say their last
The epitaph omits my private ways
The skeleton is still in closets, past.

Headstone is speaking from beyond my death.
To search for truth until not one is left.