“Who were you that I lived with?”
(for those who find no other way)There are no more unknown soldiers;
no mystery of those who died.
We now have achieved the very ability
to identify the genetic identity
of everyone who could not find
a way to go beyond our wars.(All the improvements in firepower,
all the technology advancing death
in a creativity far beyond
the means to live in love.)As the blood flows
the ebb of life
imprints itself on bones
for which no tears are left:
no name to call your own,
reborn until we touch the glory
of a gentle peace within:The unknown soldier.
lloyd marbet, 10-2-99