Anthony W. Pahl

Anthony W. Pahl: None For Your Money

NONE FOR YOUR MONEY

The sabres rattled heroically as they marched on down the street;
Remembrance elms enormous, vibrating to pounding feet.
Were we going to remember to plant the elm tree shrines
when the boys returned from over there to all they’d left behind?

The smiling faces of all the watchers hid the helplessness they felt
about the boys who’d not return. How would they hide their guilt?
No money in the whole wide world would return alive those slain.
So spend it to stop them going there instead of on a shrine.