Unknown

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Like a poem untitled,
Yet far worse,
For that poem has words—
A story is manifested,
Memories thenceforth to be had—
Never to be forgotten
Barring, unfortunately, its name.

Here, however,
Harrowing haunts hover,
Hallowed—yes—
But hollowed; astral whisps,
Here but forgotten,
Lives filled with imago dei—
Divine breath for siblinghood;
Instead, they’re dead,
With nothing to mark their value

But the word “Unknown”.

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

Tittu

Poet’s Note:
Written in Soldier’s National Cemetery, Gettysburg, PA, on a bench feet away from where President Abraham Lincoln delivered his Gettysburg Address.