Cross over
don’t go back to a war
don’t go back to a war
the village I came from
has lost a generation or more
of men as boys
and further more
no more heroics
for they are all now dead
that is for sure.
The valley is green
the pastures red
with a poppy or two
but mostly of the young men
who joined without a word or two
from you –
you, who were before that day,
knew the atrocities
they would face and do.
September 12th, 2012
Tags: Loss
