In Memorial
How do we honor those who gave their lives?
or was he saved for himself? Or those who left
Friends left in the fields? Or them
Those who were whole when they went to war;
Brothers, fathers, lovers, heroes all;
And yet when they returned the pods were empty;
Bodies torn by the instruments of death,
An inflamed memory of things
What could not be done wet, are visible
It will not be destroyed – nor will it be released
Those who e
He judged by the heated screens;
Which without mercy brought the entrails
To interrupt the signal for battle;
And so he reminds us of their peaceful life
They are pledged to their blood
who willingly or unwillingly sinks the shores?
blare of trumpets and retorts
Guns either one or one and twenty sounds;
But silence only in the sky of May
Then the white stones finished in rows.
(As soldiers standing still at work)
They are left without the power to stay
The decline of the sun is not in our power
Memory (as the lost hope that conquered the brokenness
It fell: and they built the way to victory;
But those who were farther off the train
Their sacrifices have long since been forgotten
Now they contended with each other for the spoils of war.
There are no bright medals, not even loose ones;
These dead people can make their place among men.
Let minds alone be ensnared by light flesh;
What makes a dog tremble can do this.
Remember, therefore, against all that tempts
Forget about complacency and turn around
A a blind eye to the deeds of those who
Their life paves the way you will tread freely ;
Remember Gettysburg, remember Pickett’s command;
And Small Round Top, held only by steel;
The sailors who died with the great Maine;
And Roosevelt, so bold at San Juan Hill.
So many men dried up like weeds in the Argonne;
Matrona dyed purple cold Matrona;
Again they are opposed in Normandy;
And they fought at Basto to the knife.
He who forgets his power Pusan;
The flight of their stories from Chosin to the sea?
Those who pray, captured at Khe-San, are strong;
As for the killing of Hue?
Their honor that has been wrongly tarnished will be repaired
In Ras al-Khafji and Medina Ridge.
If these strange names I mentioned in my lines
They strike you as short of something kabbalistic
In the magician dreadful circle , then
Learn the stories of the restless land;
Alas, pain cannot be hidden.
but you who know and understand perhaps
Remember: There are those who do
Your living to the conscience of this land,
And they exercise their cunning as those who follow
Don’t forget either sooner or later, but be aware;
You departed, and fought far in the fists;
So those who remained in behind living on could peace
