The UnknownYe aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a boy reckless and wanton,Wandering with gun in hand through the forestNear the mansion of Aaron Hatfield,I shot a hawk perched on the topOf a dead tree. He fell with guttural cryAt my feet, his wing broken.Then I put him in a cageWhere he lived many days cawing angrily at meWhen I offered him food.Daily I search the realms of HadesFor the soul of the hawk,That I may offer him the friendshipOf one whom life wounded and caged.
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a boy reckless and wanton,Wandering with gun in hand through the forestNear the mansion of Aaron Hatfield,I shot a hawk perched on the topOf a dead tree. He fell with guttural cryAt my feet, his wing broken.Then I put him in a cageWhere he lived many days cawing angrily at meWhen I offered him food.Daily I search the realms of HadesFor the soul of the hawk,That I may offer him the friendshipOf one whom life wounded and caged.