Masks... Poem by Ruth Rayment

you are the bind and mill
let it be known
you are the faces
we have come to know.

behind those masks
of hidden defeat
we know are the warriors
upon those corridors we meet

who breath life
into the unknown dead
and yet cry silent tears
bestowed upon your bed

In those long treacherous hours
of the battle they meet
is the knowledge of wisdom
to meet with grief.

yet here they are day after day
though how long shall they wait...