h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The Cenotaph,
a lone cross stands in silence:
remembering,
on the eleventh day
on the eleventh month,
At the eleventh hour.

We who can,
will stand silenced:

like the dead from all walks of life
these nonentities stand like sentries,
for those forgotten armies
whose memories failing,
stand in tiers,
still trying to forget. Not
just for this day, not only this one.
Tears and fears, all over come


The natural act of trying to forget
All those unnatural ones.
Half dead, broken ones?
Standing alone in a sea of people.
In green fields: Of remembrance.
One sees all friends and foe alike,
many be, now dead not long forgotten.

But in peace,
fully rotting
in faraway fields or dyke.
In trenches entrenched.

On the edge of these fields,
poppies as red as the blood once bled
from those now bleached bones
exposed by plough.
Turning the sod to feed
the souls freed
from these bones
feeding the land
they now lie in.

yup that time of the year again