|Memories respond to
Electing in their interests to attend.
Moments of remembrance moor sensations
On shadows shifting gently in the wind.
Remember to remember, then, those passed
In whom we vested hope in days of strife,
Again among the trenches, dropping fast,
Lost now to love as once they were to life.
Do honor them with rituals that last,
A list of names reduced to battered brass
Yet hallowed by a hell we cannot end.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon