Remember

I’m standing where the sea licksover rock pools to raise green bandsof ownership on the white cliffs.Over there is Flanders fieldwhere crosses laid with poppies pledgeremembrance of our war torn deadbut I’m not gone yet.Light fades here on winter shoreseagulls scream annoying protestsof the dark to come& here you walk a buttoned manwith dog at heel while over therein Flanders field forgotten bonesin shallow graves and miles of paperpoppies face the silent night .alone.