Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown <br />Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. <br />As a boy reckless and wanton, <br />Wandering with gun in hand through the forest <br />Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfield, <br />I shot a hawk perched on the top <br />Of a dead tree. <br />He fell with guttural cry <br />At my feet, his wing broken. <br />Then I put him in a cage <br />Where he lived many days cawing angrily at me <br />When I offered him food. <br />Daily I search the realms of Hades <br />For the soul of the hawk, <br />That I may offer him the friendship <br />Of one whom life wounded and caged.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unknown/
