The Unnamed Man Poem by Lenny ChantWasol

For in the dark, among the trees,
There lies a man upon the leaves.
He is not asleep, nor is he awake,
Yet he lies in wait for his lover’s sake.

This man is dead; he's alive no more,
He hasn’t been seen for a year and score.
Yet still he waits alone in the dark,
With a broken headstone as his mark.

This headstone used to bear his name,
Till someone smashed it up in shame.
He took his life, and that of another,
And in despair, it was smashed by his brother.

He calls for his lover every year,
Upon the day he holds most dear.
On the very day of his death,
He calls for his lover, he calls for Beth.

He calls and calls and calls her name,
Through sunshine, snowfall, sleet and rain.
She never hears, she never replies,
Even when she prays on the spot where he lies.

He feels abandoned, he feels alone,
He wishes he wasn’t on his own.
He wants her now, he wants her there,
He wants to hold her in his care.

She doesn’t come, she stays away,
He wonders now where his Beth must pray.
He doesn’t know that she is dead,
Gone by her own hand, with a shot to the head.

He still calls out on that special day,
Wishing she would come to him this May.
She hears him now, but she can’t come,
She lies in a grave because of that gun.

Now they’re gone, apart in death,
The unnamed man and his lover Beth.
Together now, they will never be,
Even though she loved none but he.

In the dark among the trees,
There lies a man upon the leaves.
Before he went, his name was John,
But that’s all changed now he’s gone.