Five White Flowers

I just found this, and I don't remember writing it, but I felt like sharing it.

Under monuments of stone,
Lie a thousand memories,
A thousand tears shed,
Made immortal,
With words engraved,
Etched in blood, for money- no compassion,
But still worshipped.

Five white flowers lie
On the grass, petals fresh and crisp.
No one visits the grave
By the side of the road.
The grave of Unknown Car Crash Victim,
With just a small wooden cross,
And a laminated police tag.

No flowers lie on the grass,
Just weeds, over blood-stained memories,
Soon to the forgotten.
As the wooden cross rots and the cars go by,
Unseeing and uncaring,
The odd sad smile,
Or sympathetic shrug.
Roadkill.