“February 19, 1895”
O my son, O my father,
what brought us to this tragic day,
to bleed our dreams upon the ground
and rest our hopes in other ways.
Some will see and wonder how
fate led us to this lonely ground
where moon and sun forget us now
as we forget the ties that bound.
What we were once we are no more
two stones recall what we ignore,
darkness leads us to another door
through which life, like rain, ever pours.