Poppies

Remember, you are…  

sent in the morning by someone loved
read in the fog of an eternal winter
drawn in the fireless wind whose breath
smoulders
still

… looked up to.  Remember…

down ecru lines masquerading as hallways
behind vivid cold blocks of non-microbial tile
hang crosses and stars of service and valour
and
death

…you may even…

beyond double-catch doors of bullet-proof glass
in a bed too short for even his shrivelled frame
beneath the weight of wounds long forgotten
he
lies

…be adored.

his generation drifting silently away
cloaked in words almost as forfeit
Gallantry, Heroism, Fidelity, Merit
Honour
Duty

Remember, you are looked up to.
You may even be adored.

no, no, no, not i
not i, not i, but
yes, yes, yes,
He
He and He and He and
She
All

 … adored.

 

©srogers 8 march 2011

3 thoughts on “Poppies

  1. Katley says:

    a beautiful and poignant tribute to our vets.

  2. Between Friday and this morning, I read probably 40 million poems about veterans day, and most were comparable to cheap pizza… drowning in greasy cheese.
    Yours, though, is beautiful. Really wonderful – I loved it.

  3. CatGem says:

    thank you, Katley 🙂

    and jessica, that is one of the best compliments I’ve ever received — truly — I thank you.

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