Markers Poem by David McLansky

Markers

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The rows extend into infinity
The crosses gleaming bare
We step in siilent solemnity.
Over bodies buried there.

We search among the fading names
Inscribed upon the stones
We the living, depressed, ashamed,
Above their buried bones.

The handsome men, so glorious
So youthful in their pride,
So filled with love, so furious,
So startled when they died.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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