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,

flowers placed,

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.


  • Fay Slimm

    A compelling read as tribute to those fallen unknowns during wars - the flowing lines dignified with slow grace their role in our lives today when from unmarked graves their examples set deeper the intent to end all wars. An inspiring read to end my day here Phil.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write Phil. Those 'unknowns' should always be remembered.

    These memories always remind me of a poem by Spike Milligan:

    "If I die in war,
    You will remember me.
    If I live in peace,
    You won't"

  • Neville

    an exceptionally poignant poem dedicated to all those fallen souls who made the ultimate sacrifice...

    A great poem sir....


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