At 11 a.m.
did i imagine that
we all stood stillthe radio went quiet
and the computer didn't type
even the cars that drove passed my window
were fewer
and drove at attention
head bowed
over the bayoneted rifle
i did not forget Charlie
who loved the Bible
and who taught me at Sunday School
and who went to the Somme
and Ypres
thereafter he travelled only to his work
by foot
the quiet grocer
a smile on his face
only because he would sing
what a friend he had
No, I did not forget him.
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