Death in Plain Sight. 

Late in the day and shadows fall behind the gravestones.
dark ghosts, victims all, of another age and another war.

It is well cared for. The dead are respected here.
Their sacrifices respected even as their names fade from memory.

You have spent your afternoon here. Praying for the dead.
Praying for the ones dying this moment, with no one to remember them,

their hearts crushed before their bodies die, found at the last moment,
or a bit after, too late for resurrection in this life,

everyone shaking heads in wonderment at the mystery
of their death in plain sight.

About this poem. 

The picture was taken at Fort Devon.

Tom