Someone is dead
it's a rather simple thing really
a body already buried underneath the earth

You'd think it might be sad
but no one who remembers them
still lives or maybe
no one ever knew them

No tears were shed when their body was found
burnt in a forest or was it
tied to a rock at the bottom of the lake
it doesn't matter either way

They were someone once
or maybe they weren't
but they are dead now
and it's only so long even that will be known

No grave or headstone to mark
where their body lays under the ground
grass and flowers are already starting to grow
over once overturned earth

Maybe they were always buried
maybe they were simply created to feed this earth
their decay becoming food
for bugs and plants alike

No one knows them
or if they did they don't anymore
sometimes you might feel sad if you visited
where they rest but you won't know why

And you shall soon forget
because it is the death of just
yet another unknown
nameless and inconsequential

Maybe they were important once
but they're not anymore
and soon even this will disappear
nothing lasts forever

No one knows who they were
a prince or a baker or a cobbler
perhaps a seamstress or dressmaker or hatter
or something like an engineer or lamp lighter

So many unknowns
have already died
and faded no longer important
enough to be remembered

You like to say that you
would notice
perhaps you would remember
but even you don't

There is no knowing
the truth of an unknown
only ever a guess
of what could have been