We sit, somber, silent, watching with lament. A slide show of the past, lapses to the present.
Photos grainy, black and white, shift to clear and coloured.
The war meant to end all wars gave way into others.
Heroes, still in the ground,
rest in the peace they fought for. Shells still fall from the sky, forgotten what they’re dropped for.
We sit, somber, silent, watching with intent. Remembering the past, forgotten in the present.
Cole Schisler