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Show The Unknown Dead (Stanzas in commemoration of the Unknown American Soldier, interred at Arlington Nov 11. 1921 ) I am the numberless Unknown Who have cast the shrouds of things that seem. My grave is a planet's cornerstone. Holding the ashes of a dream, Whose sacrificial fire blazes from zone to zone. I am the wastrel child whom War Hath rendered baptism. Dot in birth But death, where the unseen hosts that pour Ubation on the blood-dark earth. Intone through my mute Ups the etcrnaJt Nevermore 1 Yea, Nevermore ! By that mystic name Youth's hallow'd blood hath christened me Nevermore! Ye living, let it flame The challenge of your destiny Nevermore! to pride and pestilence and hate and shame! War Nevermore! O lives that pray For liberation, make that will Your watchword, rill the thing ye say Becomes the law ymn deeds fulfill Then I with Christ will rise In sanction from my clay. For I am dust of a deathless iparkt Unmastered engine self-ensnared The bullet-moldrr and his mark. Shattered by dazzling creeds 1 shared With you and your own blindness muffles me m dark. But my dark shall have no need of the sua Neither of the moon to shine hi it, If Christ His dawning Will be done. And this my clay-bed shall be lit By the stars that blanket me, U my last fight be won. Masters of UUtt On your decrre. Unknown and numberless. I wait I From war's earth -blind captivity Untomb me I Let your lev be fate And crown my risen youth with timeless viclory 1 Percy Mackaya. |