Remembrance Day Poem
With our scalpels and injections,
We shall not grow old, as those that are left behind grow old
With our prozac and uppers, our sweetened memories and revisionist histories
Age shall not weary us, nor the years of war condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We shall shuffle our devices and suckle on our screens
And in all probability, in our pursuit of our own interests…
We will not remember them.
We should fucking remember.
(c) KB 2009