Secret dost thy name
For I know not where you come.
The black flow of your soul
I know not where you are.
For the secret is thine own
And only you know where to go.

The slender of your beauty
Is not masked by the marsh.
The constant flow of your natural
Waters dost inspire me to know,
If before I knew not of you,
How then can I know where you are?
Fear is not inside you, for your secret stays in me.

The wetness of your own
Dries the fire in me.
Help me keep you safe,
Your secret, here with me.

Frank K. Briesch,
I do not know you,
Yet your lack fills me with sorrow.
I cannot explain but you I chose
to lay a rose atop your eversome grave

Mary A. Boylan,
I do not know you,
Your spirit remains a mystery.
I came here to know and somehow I saw
You never returning face.

Gary M. Paluch,
I do not know you.
Your name is know throughout the stone
And perhaps nowhere but here.
I cannot know and you cannot tell
For your mouth is far beneath me.

Mother,
I do not know you.
I can see what you were and nothing more
For you are a forgotten rock beneath my feet.
I can say nothing, you can say nothing.
Your secret is your death.