remember the eleventh
when gunfire, shelling
paused for a moment, a telling
Then gather around the plinth
On which the
cenotaph stands, narcotic
commemorate and mask the blood,
their Sunday best the great and good
last post stand before the quick
and away from the remaining dead,
their national flags. No advance,
the world echoes of ordnance
every word of peace ever said.
shell-wracked ruins, all hope lies,
poppy red, humanity dies.