In life as in death there is anonymity.

Do we really know anyone?

Do we really know their inner thoughts,

Their hopes and fears,

The crazy chaos of irrational notions

That swirl tornadic within?

We live amongst close strangers.

We call them friends, relatives, lovers.

We dine with them,

We commune with them,

We sleep with them,

We make love to them,

But we never really know them.

In life as in death there is anonymity

Just like a Potter’s field.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~