Between the Headstones

I looked so hard

to find my name

in the annals of Poetry,

in vain. ‘Let this be

a value judgment upon you,’

said an echoing voice 

which I privately labelled 

Doom.

And it would have been

so easy to turn away. 

But I remembered 

that when I began

I wanted only

writing instruments 

and a beating heart.

I feel to find if it still beats.