An Endless Stream

The walls here are little more
than an endless stream of names.
Marked on darkened plates,
They ring the vast expanse and
fill all gaps in between.
Each a reminder of distant lands,
And present time and space.
Every one is different –
Leaving behind a mother,
a father, sons and daughters,
Forgotten village, Resilient town.
To the earth they went with
blood, steel, fire, and pain.
The walls here are little more
than an endless stream of names.

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