A Stonecrossed Grave (A Poem In Remembrance)
Amid the msasas beside the hill
by Terry Dawson
A stonecrossed grave there is. It will
Remind wayfarers of the dreadful cost
To one who ventured, fought and lost
To vanquish evil; alas it prospers still.
We the living, spared by fate
Be wary yet of malefactors at the gate.
Ours the hard, unceasing toil
To defeat all who would despoil
The rightly done; less is not to contemplate.
And he at rest beside the hill:
His sacrifice be with us still.
Duty, honour, courage ever.
Forsaken, lost, forgotten never.
His unfinished task, ours to fulfil.