After the stones fall
we should have something here
bigger than the bones of a war
lost but still dug up
over and over, resurrecting dead
who simply want sleep
we should have a monument to loss
but it needs no flags.
it needs no glorification.
too many of our sons dead.
if there is a monument to this war
it should be gravestones
with the names worn off
it should weave through it the lives
of fatherless who raised families.
it should invoke women
who loved again
bittersweet with the tannins of old pain.
it should be perfume edged with smoke.
my hands are not strong enough to sculpt it.
Perhaps monuments of this magnitude
need to be shaped of air, posed over
empty pedestals.
****This is in no way done, but I needed to get this unformed idea out there.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Very heartfelt, Susan. I do not know that it will need a lot of revision. It is powerful as it is. Leo
Aw, thank you. I will tighten it up here and there, but not much. I think there might be just a little more left to be said yet.
I echo Leo. It is a stunning write.
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. Much appreciated. I have been carrying the weight of this for a few days, just waiting for the trigger, which came today. Appreciate the feedback very much.
That’s a wow!
Thanks, Jules.
So… you still out there?
Yeah! Its been a long time.
Yay! I saw things stop in August and feared the worst. It’s 2am here…WTF am I doing! But I’ll be back – like an effluvial memory – with crass and hopeless things to say 😉
I adore your crass hopelessness.
These words. Sadly sweet music that prick the soul.