Remembrance

Never has so much been owed
by so many to so few.
So why do you look blankly
like you haven’t got a clue?

Stood staring at this poppy
that I wear upon my chest.
You look like you’ve just spotted
last nights dinner on my vest.

Lost inside your console games,
nearly life and virtual war.
Ignorant to the history
of the ones that came before.

Gathered ‘round the Cenotaph
the last survivors are but few.
But all shall be remembered
every sunrise, every moon.

First published in the Mudhutter Football Express Fanzine 20, November 2008