We, the Forsaken

Our names and faces no one can recall.
Beneath the sodden earth wherein we lie    
Within the confines of a crumbling wall

We have one last request to ask of all
Who pass our way, to simply pass on by.
Our names and faces no one can recall

Our very presence clearly must appall
Most all of you, who will not cast an eye
Within the confines of a crumbling wall.

So do not deign to bring us wreaths or fall
Upon your knees to pray and then to cry
Our names and faces no one can recall.

The weeds are thick, the grass uncut and tall
And dead the trees that strove to touch the sky
Within the confines of a crumbling wall.

No longer comes the widow in her shawl.
A simple fact that no one can deny:
Our names and faces no one can recall
Within the confines of a crumbling wall.

© August 31, 2004 by Allan M. Heller