The poem below by Adam Zameenzad was published in a book last year - Cause of Death: Seeking Refuge. An Incomplete List. (currently in German only) 

Kristina Milz + Anja Tuckermann (Hrsg.):
Todesursache: Flucht. Eine unvollständige Liste Hirnkost 2018

In the past 25 years over 35,000 people seeking refuge in Europe have died on their way there or when they have already arrived. On the occasion of International Human Rights Day on December 10, 2018, a list of the dead was published (the documented cases) in book form. The list was compiled by the organization UNITED for Intercultural Action in Amsterdam. Most of the deceased are unnamed. Survivors have given some names that have also been included. The intention is to cast a light on the people that they were to help others better grasp the scale of this tragedy – and to grant the debate about refugees and death a human face.
The book spanning more than 300 pages is supplemented by short portraits of some of the deceased, survivor reports and contributions from prominent supporters of the project.

You can see more about the project or the book here.

​Yet another grave
In the cemetery of my endless skin!
I am tired of creating graves
Tired of walking upon them
Stumbling
In search of my own.

Too many graves
Are confusing
To the gravebound.
Here ‘s one marked Hope
Number 337a
There is plan 89
And that is Dream C/91/10 ref K
Strangled at birth.

By contrast, this was old,
Died from exhaustion;
The one across was murdered
By natural caused.

Graves of friendships, loves,
And children
Of the bone, if not the flesh
Lie
Without a legend to their name
Or a name to their legend.

My toes bleed
As they strike upon fallen headstones
Broken urns
Thorns from roses planted
And forgotten,

And words of hate
Scattered on grass
Like shattered glass
By friends and lovers.

The silence of some
Cut deeper than pain.

My dad loved cats; he published six books in several languages and five of them were dedicated to his cats. He gave them weird and wonderful names and when one died or was lost, his heart break was plain to see.  In his book 'My Friend Matt his dedication read; ' In loving memory of Mamma Walters and her five children: the un-named, BB, Benjamin, ET, and Chu chu. all of whom died within six months of her death. Also for Itsy and baby Charlotte.  May their bodies make the earth more fertile for the hungry.'

I do not know whether I am crying because I miss my dad or whether I can still feel his loss for every one of the above named.  Perhaps its' both.