'Remember Me' (The Voice Of The Dead) Poem by David Page- aka Harry Riley

'Remember Me' (The Voice Of The Dead)



Remember Me
Duty called and I went to war
Though I'd never fired a gun before
I paid the price for your new day
As all my dreams were blown away

Remember Me
We all stood true as whistles blew
And faced the shell and stench of hell
Now battle's done, there is no sound
Our bones decay beneath the ground
We cannot see, or smell, or hear
There is no death, or hope, or fear

Remember Me
Once we, like you, would laugh and talk
And run and walk and do the things that you all do
But now we lie in rows so neat
Beneath the soil, beneath your feet

Remember Me
In mud and gore and the blood of war
We fought and fell and move no more
Remember Me, I am not dead
I'm just a voice within your head

By David Page aka Harry Riley

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
at 11th hour,11th day of November I stood in my local Morrisons supermarket and thought of all those rows of war dead and wondered what they might say if they could speak with one voice.
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