Fake and faded flowers
Reminiscent of the time
You danced with Navy chaps
Before they left to die and drown.
Moth-chewed Chinese silk
Dull pink rose mouldering
On its stem, your nodding head
A storm-grey vault of names
Of men to whom you waved good-bye.
Son, husband, brothers
Devoured by the mad
And hungry monster that is War.