Can someone turn the silence down
The absence is too deafening
It shrieks responsibility
When I should be remembering.
The vacuum pricks my consciousness
With pain my mind has simply muted
Content to lay the wreaths of red
As others’ sacrifice saluted.
Can someone tell the bugler
To purse his lips, and with deep breath
Sound the notes to rend the air
So I can focus on the death;
Of those who in another time,
Risked Flanders fields for liberty.
Enduring that, which so few told,
Mown down in such barbarity.
The space between the trumpet calls
Refuses to provide distraction
Where I can hide in ignorance
To justify my own inaction
Dear God……..please God
Can someone turn the silence down?