There are two graves

that sit on a hill

overlooking the land

as if a silent sentinel.

 

Their dashes were small.

The years were few.

Their short lives

many never even knew.

 

And now the land

has claimed each as a son.

She hides the graves

from everyone.

 

There they be

until I intrude

to pay respects

in their solitude.

 

“I know you not but your dash

means something to me.

So, I come to say,

I know you once be.”

© 2019 ck’s days

If the last line doesn’t seem like it fits it’s because it doesn’t.  I added it as another thought but I decided I liked it as a tag line to this poem.