Searched for epitaphs
on cemetery granite
and found only silence
from the unmarked graves.
Beneath each stone
lied an unknown
whose life, though brave
was now a buried story
Had this thought:
How Soldiers die at arms
whereupon we, the living
honor them with medals
and an endless soothing silence.
Some remember life’s end differently
opting not for cold death stones
but for flags flown,
or fireworks thrown.
yet, Silence reigns at the Tomb of the Unknowns.
Through the night’s bloody fight
into dawn’s early light
crimson and steel quietly yield
to a blossoming white billowy day.
Snowy cumuli float across that muted field
into moonlight’s blue eternal light.
Another day guarding our unalienable rights
Another soundless day at the Unknowns site.
From beneath the Earth reposed in dreams
Unknowns rise on sunlight’s beams
Heroes start their final climb
to Love’s embrace through endless time.