12

Death, I knew thee not
Till you took 12 classmates
In that late autumn Fall.
Your introduction is now complete.
12 classmates, friends, will
Not walk this ground, pass by in the hall.
They met you face to face,
But I see only your shadow,
12 empty seats.
You have them in your grasp,
But as long as the Muster
Is softly called here
They will remain in memory.