Below the surface...lie dead men's bones

poem is a reflection of the title and contains a message as well

Below The Surface

Lie Dead Men’s Bones

Below the surface,

Lie dead men’s bones.



Rotting coffins

Hold the still remains

Of once strong men

Some who died in vain.



Buried deep

Below piles of earth

The corpses rest

Where no one can hurt.



Below the surface,

Lie dead men’s bones.



Bones belonging to the young and old.

Bones belonging to the rich and poor.

Bones bearing bullet holes.

Bones broken revealing the core.



The corpses lie

Their eyes shut tight;

Their bodies rigid

Like a block of ice.



Below the surface

Lie dead men’s bones.



Numbered among the dead,

Their last words still unspoken.

Their final resting place they’ve chosen.

To live or die was their choice.



Daily their numbers grow.

For everyone the end draws nearer.

The day we shall all see shall come.

After which , we each go, to his final dwelling place.



Below the surface Lie dead men’s bones;

Bones that may belong to us some day.