Row upon row
Lest we forget
the rows of trees
they planted to recall
the rows of boys
they sent to die
in the war
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Row upon row lest we forget,
the rows of trees we planted,
to recall the rows of boys
they sent to die in the war.
Fair enough. That’s about right too. Pity they won’t stop though. How long before they send them off to Ukraine for no good reason.
RELIC [Stefanie Bennett]
Picking up shells on Long Island
I’m remembering a displaced people
as the thin sea’s edge draws the firmament
in streaks of pale violet.
Trade goods would have been exchanged here
… copper kettles for wild game –
squash – and field-fruits awaiting
the scorched Metacom’s advance. *
I dig my heels into quick-silver sand
wet with the tide’s ebb
and reel at a faint earth pulse.
All around are distinctive
indentations; moccasin shaped.
*Metacom = King Phillip