Remembrance

Remembrance Day: a haiku. 

Meak versus the meek. 

Now’s the time to remember 

all our wars’ victims. 

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© MPSO 11/11/2023

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Meak: Norse to mean a sword



Private


 Thomas Highgate. 


On the eleventh of the eleventh, 


after Armistice Day is remembered,


I shall drink to the health of those lost,


and to the ‘Glorious Three hundred and Sixth.’ 




I will wonder why they were required to die:


taken to their stakes – oh the pith, oh the misery


of war but ‘Long live King George the Fifth!’ eh, that


they all blindly served, in a manmade, marmalade, hell.




Service to King and country, not seen as a chore. 


To run towards the German’s Gatling gun, aimed at thee


or be shot by a British Enfield, bore three-oh-three.  


But a Soldier’s Heart: shell shock, the surgeons ignored.




So private Tom became the first to bare our burden: 


‘No pardon: it’s empire my son, a significant enterprise lesson, 


so prepare to die and we’ll take away such angst and misery.’


Cheers! God bless you my dearest lad, ‘God save the King!’




Then followed three hundred and five more. Empire’s sons:


not shot by the damned Huns but by their own ruddy guns.


No thought of their loved ones waiting for news -found by


their home nation’s fires, set by Jerusalem’s smoking, chimney, hues.




So God bless you my dear, dear boy and hear’s to the


‘Glorious Three hundred and Sixth!’




First read by his father: 11th November 1920. The Cenotaph, in the presence of HM George V.
© MPSO 6.11.2023. 








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