Normandy's
museums with
The tramp-tramp-tramp of Nazi jackboots,
The silk-parachute
wedding gown.
The graphitised remnants of Berlin's Wall.
Normandy's
memorials with
vets and cadets reciting to a stone faced Montgomery
"They
shall grow not old
"
as they lay red-poppy wreaths.
Normandy's
cemeteries with
regular marble crosses,
white as Belsen ashes,
as numerous
as flakes of snow.
Normandy
beaches with
three
old men strolling
wearing medals and black berets
hands clasped behind
their backs.
Kids
crouch,
and with their fingertips,
write poems of reflection
in the warmth
of damp sand.
Poems
that will be collected
by the evening tide,
and washed into a past
that
pains the old men to remember
yet one they never wish to forget.