Jefferson Barracks, St.Louis Missouri 1999.
Rows of headstones –
Markers for the fallen soldiers rotting
in the company of brothers;
returning to the soil of home.
Regimented lines of white, uniform in death.
Nothing to break the sameness,
nothing to disturb the order.
Nothing to shatter the silence.
The engraved words should shriek; drip blood -
but they too are silent as the graves they mark.
Not a pain filled whimper
Not a whispered prayer
Not a sob,
except from old men who remember
and wish they could forget.