Synonymous with greatness
A trove of valorous heroes
Beneath pure white stones
They lie eternal tranquility
Those who got orders to go
They who earned their place
All reside there forever, one
Lost to the daily shuffle living
Once chaos and destruction
Ruled their lives in each breath
Its senses provoked by calm
A dreamland hidden below
Now in neat little rows formed
And columns assembled so
As if to await reveille to stir
Then to regroup once more
But truth hides deep below
That in this well kept garden
Are relics decomposing e'er
Obscured by protocols earned
To many as if an adventure
N'er to realize its purpose yet
Seemingly a park adorned
Names, faceless and trite
The occasional caisson nears
And jettisons its charge so
To the often forgotten spot
Where oblivion draws all nigh