Remember, by Laura Munteanu

The gardener trims the weeds

from the winding paths

behind the ornamental gates

raised by men they called cowards.

.

The green space full of

trees and planted flowers,

the mirror pond reflecting

the bright blue sky, full

of passenger planes

flying east and west.

Should this green grass be

dug for trenches,

the dovecote repurposed

with sniper holes,

the rockery bed sawn

with mines and barbed wire,

the flowerbeds wrecked with an

artillery bombard twice a day,

the air poisoned with mustard gas?

Would we remember better

these benches, empty for

old soldiers to warm their

stiffening bones in a waking

wonder world of gentle peace?

Wikipedia says that

thirty seven million people died,

soldiers and civilians.

This park was made so that

we remember that,

which is too easy to forget.

.

The gardener trims the weeds

from the winding paths

behind the ornamental gates

raised by men they called cowards.

Whose war was fought harder?

The fight not to fight

is the fight worth winning!

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