My first thought is: Death, Dark, philosophy. I think that reveals this better than "Tragedy," since tragedy is something horrible that happens through choice, however inevitable those choices may seem- there seems no choice to make this better or worse.
This piece inspires a meditative tone by repeating gruesome imagery until it morphs into something more meaningful. (Admittedly, this change was helped by TV just now, a popular, explicit murder-investigation drama: BONES.) Sadly, poets can be at the mercy of what is in the reader's head, something I've learned from reviewing. It's especially noticeable when it helps the poet, I find.
Characters: Persona, unnamed dead people. I find the persona, telling us about these dead people intriguing. She stops short of telling what she really feels, really means... like perhaps she doesn't have the point yet, is only digging for something (with her mind, presumably.)
The dead people are hiding under the earth, or at least enjoying relative safety. Or is that a conceit of the persona? I think rather they are taunting our persona, with her (?) mortality and their greater safety.
I almost think that the audience, of readers, is in here too. This is confessional, almost a "report" like a scientist or archeologist would do, letting us in on what she has discovered.
You haven't a "Poetic structure", no rhyme or rhythm that is obvious, so skip that. Your use of repetition seems somewhat effective (and affective, I suppose.)
You've got a lot of abstraction here, and none of it stated- all of it "shown" in concrete details. Excellent. Not so much metaphor, that my intellect really has a grip on- but since it's all so explicit and concrete, that's likely a reader-failure.
So far this is excellent. I have a few comments- just editorial thoughts, stuff I would quibble with or tighten if it were my piece. I'll put them in colored script, Green.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men’s bones.
Rotting coffins
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
I would strike out the who, see if it has more punch as "some died in vain."
Buried deep
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men’s bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones belonging to the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
I would cut this metaphor.
Below the surface
Lie dead men’s bones.
Numbered among the dead,
Their last words still unspoken.
I think you can cut the word "their" most of the time. It's not quite grammatical, but you'll find that it is immediately intelligible. To be more accurate, try "next" words still unspoken- by definition, the last ones get spoken before death. Or, cut the "un". And "final" might be stronger than "last." In fact, I'd almost recommend going with the inaccurate final- implying they had one more thing to say.
Their final resting place they’ve chosen.
To live or die was their choice.
Somebody chose their place, but did they? Did they choose to live, to die? If the persona believes that, you'll need to show why. Or make it more enigmatic... the choices made. Cut they and their, and simply imply that choice is the active power- not necessarily theirs, not necessarily ours.
Daily their numbers grow.
For everyone the end draws nearer.
The day we shall all see shall come.
After which , we each go, to his final dwelling place.
Below the surface Lie dead men’s bones;
Bones that may belong to us some day.
Cut the "may." Sure, there's a possibility we'll be vaporized, but it takes away from the tone of the piece.
Layered stuff, enjoyed all the more by going through it like this.. I see a few things I would do differently- if I didn't I'd never review and stop writing for good. What would be the point? All told, great work.
Write on!
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