Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembrance


A memory of what remembering is for:
of loved-ones lost or heroes born,
of purities shaken or buildings torn,
of ones who'll die in future wars
when again the fearing fall for hollow sounds—
a remembrance hijacked by evil clowns.



2 comments:

  1. Wonderfully put, Philip! Honour and compassion are the only fitting tributes to the day. A clown who plays the fool is only that, and cannot diminish the gratitude of thankful hearts...

    Thank you for this poem...

    Lynette

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