P. Ferguson image, August 2018.
…each day
It’s about loss…a familiar theme to the tracks of war…along the fields, the woods, the towns. Too many memorials…nearly one per town…too many headstones…row on row… too many lives…so many /so few memories. Rust, blood and petals.
Repeatedly I remind myself that my visits to this peace were once the chaos of another’s every day. I walk alongside the landscapes once familiar to ancestors. They are gone now…the soldiers – their mothers, their fathers, from either side of many languages.
And though I will remember each day these paths of kin and kindling I understand that this generation, I speak, has provided notes to my letters to my words. I can never repay them other than to continue walking this crimson ground to find their souls, their place, their peace.
Rest now dear brother, dear sister…each day.
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…and because loss means something different to each of us…
[Chris Cornell – Nothing Compares to You]
Previously published Pipes of War website, 23 September 2018