In This Dark Tomb

In this dark tomb

lie bones and rags,

people who died

under Yellow Jack flags,

who died of love

and other ills

coughs and sniffles,

a winter that kills.

In this dark tomb

are buried kings,

foolish ‘til death

that contagion brings,

wise in repose,

dumb in demise,

sage and silent

at the end of lies.

In this dark tomb,

a candle glows,

the hope of light

all darkness knows,

it has an end,

sunrise’s bloom;

dawn’s aurora

dispelling our gloom.