for my parents
All of the dead, some in uniform, parents, old, children too young.
Holes in families, empty houses. Shadows on people. A name in rock.
A person remembers someone. A town, a name.
Countries give speeches. Speeches about words,
Speeches about people too far away to know.
And I can't tell you. You had to see them. In their towns. Both sides.
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