Standing in the graveyard,
The battlefield,
Admiring much taller men than me
Close my eyes and feel history

Are they happy, can they move?
Are my prayers getting through?
The night falls in black waves
Over stoneless rows of wild grass

Nameless graves
Hallowed by wanderers
From near and far
Some never leave the car

Because they feel
That in this place
Lie much taller men

You are taller than the tallest tree... so beautiful your poetry.