names read
one by one
cello strings moan
tears of torment
blow on sun warmed wind
dust rises on radiant rays
ashes of loves lost.
bell rings
echoes emptiness felt,
unspoken.
music, voices cease
heads bow
in silence
hands clasp in quiet prayer
hands clasp one another
hands wipe tears
hands wipe child’s nose.
names read
one by one
anniversary
of futile immortality
flowers float on reflecting pool
penned notes blur in sorrow’s water
mother’s backs bow
father’s eyes glisten
children tremble
wives, husbands, siblings
mouths turn down,
no words
no words
no words
names are read
one by one,
sobs chill the listener
politicians at podium speak
from duty and shame
jobs half done
told-you-so’ gone un-heeded
as violin strings are stroked for father
never known
by young girl
born after hell’s fire died.
names are read
one by one
children's string orchestra
wails heart sadness
while someplace
somewhere
right here
in our country
cheers rise up
at our anguish
smiles warm faces
at our grief at
celebrations held
on our anniversary
of remembrance.
victor’s feel justified.
come victors, all! celebrate!
drink the blood of yours and mine
sacrificed for this fine wine,
and tell me, how does it taste?
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