Memorial Day


Memorial Day

The sky is drooling gray on this day to celebrate the dead.

Lying a bed the extra hours, grateful.

Sacrificial spring is cold.

Still there is clamor on the street

Anticipating the parade,

Honoring and remembering

Remembering enforced duty with little option.

No fan of waste am I.

The dying always die.

We watch through black and white to verdant color

Appling polemic practice

To steady motives against attrition

The parade passes and remembering,

Wonder silently, the question;

Does the world need a parent?

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