The Face on the Wall


See the man staring out at you
He’s been to a place where death
Wasn’t new,

And as he reads the hallowed names
He remembers those trying days
Of war,

The tears well up in those
Tired and haunted eyes
Touching a name
With bowed head he cries,

The tear stained face staring
Back at him
Shows naught save pain
From where he’s been,

He touches the name
One more time
Gets to his feet
Looks down the line,

58,000 men have died
All are named here
On the wall
The tears again start
To fall,

Peering closely so as
To see
The pain filled
Tear stained face
Belongs to me.