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blood brothers

by Peter Humphreys

rowed
in four
white rows
facing
sunward
80 remnants
lie

past
the memorial
of those
sacrificed
to a pagan god
and madmens'
lust

and
the stone
which names
the names
of Frijs
who died
for life

not forgotten
these tender rows
sons
husbands
uncles
grand-sons
blood brothers one

I sit now
beside them
old enough
to be their son
now their father
not alone
but in best company

a crow
crows the last post
the tethered gates
aclosing
a moorhen gathers
her new born
I wander home

09/10/2012

Author's Note: In Harlingen, a small fishing port in Friesland, there are well-tended memorial plots for those killed by the 3rd. Reich before and/or during the liberation in April 1945. The Allied pilots, soldiers and sailors came from all four corners of the Earth.

Posted on 09/10/2012
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/11/12 at 01:28 AM

Thank you Peter for reminding us. But we shall all forget with time. That is the fortunate way of humans. But I like the poem.

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