Unlived.
Updated on February 27, 2010
Unlived.
Unlived, they rot,
in gray steel boxes,
20 something flesh
shedding from bones,
white mold growing
over decomposing mass.
Perfectly arranged
uniforms stained with
the breakdowns of
the order of humanity.
Sexless, breathless,
useless icons sealed
in tidy rows that
stretch over 4,000 long.
The muffled sounds of
twenty-one gun salutes
just about ten rows
over from any direction
disturb the ink-welled
stench in which they lay.
Future doctors, lawyers,
leaders, daddies,
artists, poets, scientists,
preachers, and dreamers,
archived in sorrow
all relegated to the past,
in a present unlived....
in a tomorrow denied....
in Arlington's wasteland.
©-MFB III