Ten Thousand Graves

In poetry of lines equate
The history of time and date
And do describe ten thousand grave
But words alone can not be-rave

A hemisphere of buried dead
Of crumpled life and words unsaid
Of everything they could not say
A priest, the father
Pray and pray

But all the wine
And all the bread
Will nay restore
A life unsaid
And words will fall
Like silence due
To usher forth
A freedom new