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Remembrance

by Caducus

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Nov 2004 · Edited 27 Oct 2005 · 5 comments

Passels of plastic chairs half filled with empty souls, where gaps grow yearly replaced by psalm books, or council representatives made to wear poppies, And annual expressions of sorrow. Old faces blow through brass and bugle. Breaths become ‘Amazing Grace’. Hands fold. Heads bow and old mouths wobble at the walls of names which each had a face. Now they are carved in concrete, and pallid cenotaphs of wrinkles remembered by those who sit or stand, The fallen rise through these men. Shining for a moment as tears in their eyes before they fall again.

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5 comments

[10] poetryman 11-Nov-04/5:31 AM Reply
absolutely divine, for every time we remember, they die again. As one who lost his brother in nam, I truly appreciate this...thank you
[10] deleted user 11-Nov-04/6:51 AM Reply
Memorable and palpable well done.
[9] Dovina 11-Nov-04/12:08 PM Reply
A fine Veteran's Day sentiment. "Passels" seems unnecessarily erudite. "walls of names which each had a face" -> Walls of names that once were faces.
[n/a] deleted user 13-Nov-04/5:01 PM Reply
nice
[10] Niphredil 28-Oct-05/10:10 AM Reply
I knew I was going to read something good just from the author and title, and I wasn't disappointed. Great work :-).