The Black Christ & Other Poems/Two Epitaphs

by Countee Cullen

Two Epitaphs

1 For the Unknown Soldier (Paris)

UNKNOWN but not unhonored rest,Symbol of all Time shall not reap;Not one stilled heart in that torn breast,But a myriad millions sleep.

2 For a Child Still-bornHERE sleeps a spark that never burned,A seed not granted spring to bloom,A soul whose darkened pathway turnedFrom tomb of flesh to dusty tomb.