A-walking through the foggy wood
I found a Roman urn
It marks what seems a noble grave
but its fate took a turn
It lacks a name or token word
to tell just who lies there
It blankly stares right back at me
without the slightest care
The puzzling urn says naught to me
I sit in somber peace
and then the answer falls in place:
it’s a grave for all deceased
For all the nameless of the past
the memorial stands here
The grandest grave that ever was
Unsung now sung I hear
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 5:25 PM UTC
A-walking through the foggy wood
I found a Roman urn
It marks what seems a noble grave
but its fate took a turn
It lacks a name or token word
to tell just who lies there
It blankly stares right back at me
without the slightest care
The puzzling urn says naught to me
I sit in somber peace
and then the answer falls in place:
it’s a grave for all deceased
For all the nameless of the past
the memorial stands here
The grandest grave that ever was
Unsung now sung I hear
Inspired by an unmarked grave topped by a Roman urn, seen in the forested overgrown Southwest Cemetery of Stahnsdorf near Berlin