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November ©

Stewart Findlay
Kilmarnock, Scotland
2004

poppies gorged on the blood of the brave
The serried ranks of soldiers’ graves
Standing to attention as the bag-pipes play
the arbitrary nature of the meaning of war.

A wreath of flowers for a life not lived
memories that keep those remembered within
november, november, hour day and month eleven
remember, remember our deeds and just endeavours

The battle that rages on those saddened faces
eyes to the sky as the flags are raised.
The remembered faces of those faces
diminishing with each remembrance day.

Straining to find and comprehend
the meaning of war and what it all meant
november, november, hour day and month eleven
remember, remember our deeds and just endeavours



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