"On a green island in the Main Street traffic
is a granite arch to the dead of the Civil War --
in the Eastlake style, all cubes and tetrahedrons,
each end of the passage barred by an iron-lace door.
They are always locked, tho the space between is empty --
from door to door it isn't much over a yard:
break open one, you could almost touch the other.
Nobody knows what the locks were meant to guard.''
-- From "Pro Patria,'' by Constance Carrier
