FOR THE UNKNOWN POETS
By Lewis Turco
Here they lie, all the unknowns,
Reduced to ashes, dust and bones.
The songs they sang with lip and tongue
Have fallen still and lie among
The tattered leaves in a fold of time
Covered now with moss and rime.
Originally published in Trinacria, Fall, 2011 and collected in Wesli Court’s Epitaphs for the Poets, by Lewis Turco, Baltimore, MD: BrickHouse Books, (www.BrickHouseBooks.com) 2012, paperback, ISBN: 978-1-938144-01-1, copyright © 2011, 2012 by Lewis Turco, all rights reserved.