Eulogy

      Amid the stiff, stark, silent stones
      That sit upon the hill
      Come oft repeated plaintive sounds
      Of a lonely whippowil.

      Green grass and stately trees surround
      That cemetary plot
      Where dried up flowers and broken urns
      Do not reveal alot.

      No mourners come to pay respects
      No one to recognize
      That here beneath this cold dark earth
      A gallant hero lies.

      He gave his life for all mankind
      And died without a prayer.
      He did what needed to be done
      And no one shed a tear.

      The greater good before all else
      The covert's creed proclaimed.
      Ops cannot be eulogized
      Nor hero's deeds be named.

      The breeze whistles around the trees
      A dark cloud overhead hovers.
      Rain falls down on the simple stones.
      There's nothing else that matters...

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