Remember
Remember,
remember the eleventh
Of November,
when gunfire, shelling
And shot
paused for a moment, a telling
Silence.
Then gather around the plinth
On which the
cenotaph stands, narcotic
Poppies
commemorate and mask the blood,
While in
their Sunday best the great and good
Make their
last post stand before the quick
March past
and away from the remaining dead,
Still behind
their national flags. No advance,
As around
the world echoes of ordnance
Drown out
every word of peace ever said.
If, amidst
shell-wracked ruins, all hope lies,
Bleeding
poppy red, humanity dies.
D. A.
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