He’d been told his machine was his brother,
Sister, dad, mum, uncle, aunt, niece, cousin
And so. He loved it and, in bad weather,
Felt good with it as he’d been with the kin.
He fought with many and fell with many,
Whose bodies, as his, stayed in unknown place
In a fierce battle that lasted many
Years . And his kin won’t know about his case
Until come comrades, who’ve survived, as can
See observing eyes, though they call themselves
Losers, winners or heroes. Like a can
Without content his grave is, all those lives
          Lost to remember. He’ll be called Unknown
          Soldier ‘cause his father had no renown.