What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Every year I repost this for Veterans Day.
And every year, more young men and women are scarred by wars started by corrupt and venal men.
You want to honor Veterans? Let’s not make anymore of them.
Ladies and gentlemen, Thank you for your service.
Let’s just hope for a day they are no longer needed.