Recorded in sepia and framed in leather,
a good looking man,
black ink right hand bottom corner,
Nineteen fourteen,

I wonder, his name, his age, did he return
or was blood spilled
on some foreign field,

Wife and children at home?

He looks so young
in his uniform,
and now just a faded photograph
at the top of this box,

“Lot two seventy three”

Sifting through mementos,
his medals, his army pay book
letters to his wife, and look!
the telegram “Killed In Action”

Questions answered,

He had a name,
he´d lived and loved, and died,
and now they bid him goodbye;

A lonely life for his widowed wife,
this "lot" her grief and pain,
and now at last, together again.