I walk, amidst the bushes,
Under the sky in black shutters covered
Along the path laid out,
By those who before me walked:
Anticipating, generations to come.
I walk, stealthily,
Not wanting to wake the sleeping,
Resting from the battle hard fought
Looking forward for dawn,
When their reward they’ll receive.
I walk, fast,
Afraid of being left alone,
Lest the invisible creatures of the night prowling,
Get hold of me,
And my heart devour.
I contemplate as I walk,
The mystery of the crosses around me,
(stuck to the ground)
Above the heads of those who battles fought,
With their arms around it, embracing;
And the flowers that signify their toil,
Now above their heads, lie withered.
A block of stone now before me stands,
The ground is soft, soil freshly laid,
I bend, upon my end achieved
And pay tribute to my father’s grave,
The inscription above the stone engraved:
“Once I was, where now you stand,
Six Feet Above!”