You sleep in silence ceaseless,
A never-ending when;
Whole as broken bodies
Will never be again.
Laid out in rows you number
A geometric span;
Six feet measures dread
In the souls of man.
Dreams and hopes and hates
All perish just the same;
The dusty dark envelops
Pride as well as shame.
Each gravestone encompasses
A boundless world of hurt;
And silently we envy
Those fled below the dirt.
