Remembrance

We use our armour to shield our eyes
from starlight and flares,
but it’s no use. Even in silence
something keeps us awake,
lodged in our minds, painful as shrapnel.

In seventy year’s time
everything will be gone.
No one left to speak of us
although speech hurts, a flake of rust
in my mouth in place of a tongue.

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