Remembrance

Remembrance

Confined to stiff wheeled devices,
They sit with hushed faces,
Their rows few and sparse,
Yet prominent their places.

Silently they sob,
Unpublished anguish beneath the covers,
Their flesh shields us from brutal past,
More than mere meat for lovers.

Tear brushes cheek as acid on iron,
As a gentle bugle blast halts time,
The heroes swap swift, knowing glances,
In past and present, the 11 o'clock chime.