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Vast lists of names at cenotaphs on crosses, in columns of newspapers, inscribed by those who lived, for those I never knew so can't remember. Reduced to uniform remains, some named 'Soldier of the Great War'. A greatness in numbers lost, lives wrecked - measures of excess. November flags dip, bands march, standing to mark with silence violence done to those unknown to them. Some lament more recent deaths. The piety of war.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
Strange Meetings
Vast lists of names at cenotaphs on crosses, in columns of newspapers, inscribed by those who lived, for those I never knew so can't remember. Reduced to uniform remains, some named 'Soldier of the Great War'. A greatness in numbers lost, lives wrecked - measures of excess. November flags dip, bands march, standing to mark with silence violence done to those unknown to them. Some lament more recent deaths. The piety of war.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
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