The two white towers dominate
a picturesque landscape this spring day
as if skyscrapers in a sea of green.
Of the carved figures the two
desperate Adonises move me most:
both peer up at an indifferent sky,
one with arms outstretched, one with torch raised high.
So much Canadian blood was spilt
and on this warm, tranquil April afternoon
it's hard to imagine the screams
of the dying so far from home
or the terrified Germans. A gardener
cuts the grass, I observe a tourist weep
and under the earth countless young soldiers weep.
a picturesque landscape this spring day
as if skyscrapers in a sea of green.
Of the carved figures the two
desperate Adonises move me most:
both peer up at an indifferent sky,
one with arms outstretched, one with torch raised high.
So much Canadian blood was spilt
and on this warm, tranquil April afternoon
it's hard to imagine the screams
of the dying so far from home
or the terrified Germans. A gardener
cuts the grass, I observe a tourist weep
and under the earth countless young soldiers weep.
