Gunned ships, silver, sea
medalled soldiers stood
like litany: utah, omaha
gold, sword, juno. Lines of attack
periocular in skin, grandeur
for grandpa memory, pens
flowing from blood
beaches swallowed. So
sew our construction: never
again forget, everything
happens twice, think world
war two
while those encumbered
quills running and blotting
the paged sand need neither
frigate or fire, just prayer:
as purgatory may
this sinking be put down.
Nice to feel some belated gratitude and reverence before going to sleep. Thanks for the thoughtful work.
Imagine what the world would be today if not for them. They were and are indeed the greatest generation.