The Soldiers' Graves

Look what kneeled
And said such precarious things
Above their heads
As, "But what lovers and sons
Have darkened your paths
And tread before thee
As to be destroyed?"
And as to what thoughts
Upheld by knelten souls
Begotten upon lofty brow
Do trapse upon the graves
Of those bygone.
As dust and rain betrothe
And dirt and grain enrobe
At end of lives untold,
Do sons and daughters scold
And clothe with moral yarn
Vexed souls.

PART 2

And remembering not the crux
Of why nations' angst
Brought the thread of strain
To stain the earth dark
With vicious flow; angry flood,
From those below knelt and sow.
And senses dull from the mighty tide
Fearing not the unthought one
For easier tilled and easier grow
To find the angst of the undertow
Than to ask a grave and better know
What sorrow put at rest.
For what sense inspired thought
To kneel and differ see
That graves from lives what taken past
Are so very different
From thee?