“Soldiers of Stone”

Soldiers of stone
stand silent, alone;
long, cold ranks
guarding the ground
where the new cut flowers lay;
neither marching or moving,
no wartime ways,
Just statues of stone.


Epitaph  medals
on their cold hard chests,
moving memorials
by those left behind.\
Chiseled cement uniforms
made dull by dreary days
in ranks swelled
by a dying world
soldiers                        of                     stone
stand                           silent                alone.