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First Remembrance Day

for D

The Flooers o’ the Forest, that fought aye the foremost,
The pride o’ oor land lie cauld in the clay. Jean Elliot. piper’s lament.

his tears a thousand petals fall
white lilies for Whyte Ave patrol
through drunken scree, humanity,
broken glass, the line up at the mall,
is this the shit we fought for?
scuff of boots and fallen call,
rotted call from the village in his head,
the call to prayer is empty dead,
his tears a thousand petals fall
his seven boys, his seven men
dead, she takes his steps instead,
his naked in her warm gloved hand
her gloves the colour of their blood
his tears a thousand petals fall
the city floor duff white, duff red
his seven boys, his seven men
he sees them all he holds them dead,
his tears a thousand petals fall
the cut to have him bled and bled
until he’s dry, no more can cry,
her kisses petals on his skin
they fall against his weary hand-cupped head
a piper pipes his long lament
the forest quiet quiet as the dead
the petals white, the petals red,
his tears a thousand petals fall
she hears him call, she hears him call.


1 Comment (Closed)

Douglas Hill

Hypnotic, Ravelesque. I would say “lovely”, but that hardly fits. Well done.

Nov 22 2010 · 09:57

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