Here lies a union in this ground,

a tie that was broken; broken by what?

Frayed like the ends of a rope,

only the severed remains hold the answer,

which now the dust and years will conceal.

Almost a century’s quarter it came to pass,

birthing three bright futures who stand here today.

With the Lord’s hand willing, I thought this day would never come.

Sometimes you just bury the lovers

without the knot ever coming undone.

But here we are, grieving for a loss,

because humanity is what won.

Perhaps on the third day ye shall rise,

but alas, Goodbye has already been kissed.