anthem for doomed youth

UNM

What passing-bells for those who die like cattle?
    Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
    Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
    Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells;
    And bugles calling them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
    Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
    The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
    And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds

Wilfred Owen

Remembrance day today.

Once a year we say 'lest we forget' then, conveniently,  forget for anther year.

I am somewhat ashamed.
Will I do better this year? Perhaps, perhaps not.