They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
We remember them each and everyone, every year, it is our duty
We solemnly speak their names, we treasure their memories in our hallowed halls
We honour their fate on memorials and museum walls.
Kick back, flashlight, night flare
We are back there
I do solemnly swear to bring honour and bear witness
To my country but he is missing in action.
tap tap….clack clack…. frack frack
I scour the wall of missing people.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
First line taken from For the Fallen- by Laurence Binyon. Last line taken from “Leaving time” Jodi Picoult. For Bridging the Gap at d’Verse.