100 years Never forget the Sacrifices
Never forget the only Sacrifice which
will save us from this senseless cycle
of needless wanton destruction of
human life in all its forms.
Forgive the stranger and destroy
the sin within the sinner.
The Saviour will be alongside
Neither above nor below.
A poem of reflection for all losses.
The Great Lie
Alderwood station, the train has stopped,
Quietness, stillness on a line, the platform’s edge.
Looking out the the open window, strap down, countryside
Other view, murmurations of starlings over the station roof,
city side flock across the skies, faint birdsong, in cover,
heard in the woods, earth smells drift, horses chomp the grass
Susan returns, “Two coffins are being unloaded”
Their heaviness a trolley bears, where once their feet would pace
along this platform, to Lord’s to see the batting of W.G.Grace
Now the shaft of light, serrated edge of canopy, cutting angular
across the beaded village nameplate, no longer summoning
now ending, their journeys decree no longer ineluctable fate.
Family flesh, blood circulating like warm tea replenishing.
Dinner would not be taken, shared conversations uncast.
Instead the sun heats the Church stone, the glass reflects intact,
The gravedigger has marked the plots, friends not brothers,
Sharing their dreadful waste, heads still, eyelids forever shut,
Ceaseless, senseless bloody war has us on this spot
Their lives like classroom history shared, had shared,
Fresh books in decades depict this age, this loss so great,
Each a witness to the others courage at war and on the pitch.
The dead have done, a much as they can do,
the dead are gone, soul adrift, none equal in this rest,
Sons and daughters betrayed by guns and low treachery,
The train driver lifts the safety catch, departure,
Our lives they trundle on.
November 9 2014