He stands before a marble slab
And holds a slender red rose.
It quivers – and ever so slightly
Catches a drop from his veiled eyes
Shadowed by the undulating flap of
His shabby cowboy hat.
Beside him stand two strangers,
Shifting their feet,
Touching his shoulder lightly but tenderly.
They look at each other and at him.
One opens her mouth
But shuts it again.
The silence remains unbroken.
His knees give out
A giant felled,
He drops to the ground.
The unsuspecting grass finds itself wrenched out of its den, and still there is no sound.