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Aug 2010
Beneath the crosses
row on row
Lying silently,
in ordered ranks

Young men
whose lives
Cut short,
will
Never be lived

Too many names
erased,
blotted out,
Lost in cries
and bloodshed

Too many names
lying lost,
amid
Rusted shells
and dirt

Too many names
to remember

Too many names
to forget

Too many
War cemeteries are sobering places. Lest We Forget.

(c) Jesse Bourque
Jesse Bourque
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