Sarah James

poet

Gratitude and respect.

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Sarah James

poet

Dear Nameless One,

A rose without a title
still falls from thin air
in a trickle of soft petals –
red, always red for you,
son, maybe brother,
lover, bronzed father…

An unforgotten missing
past the mist of friends’ crying
widens in strangers’ eyes
like the black hearts
of the deepest poppies,
as they respect you

This not in hollow words
or titles, but with their time
Rushings halted! Speech
silenced to thoughts of you,
soldier of all names, fighter
for the future, which now pauses

to salute in quiet loudness
Hear here the stilled red
of our many city tongues
that would echo towards Babel,
and the black script voicing
of our unknown hearts

with love
xxx

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