The Boot of Memory

a waste in grace

The Boot of Memory

Clicked heels,
Attention, Attention,
You stand in a memory
where boot meets heel.
Murder one,
Murder two,
You find life falling from grace
as breath matters little to a general's pace
Attention soldier, attention soldier,
If you fall in battle you will be grace
what the poet wants won't make our race
so stir yourself lightly you are our waste.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you for your visit, veterans seem to relive anything and everything in the historical timeline. There are traditions that rock people to sleep, unaware they step into fantasies other side, horror.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Heil Hitler...wow, those clicks, those snap crackle, pop of the ovens ...the flesh of the fried...no poets would want this waste of life...he or she will click the pen...and then kick the memories of this awful holocaust with vengeful heels.

[softlyfall]

Holocaust overtones, with the mention of soldiers in boots, tempered by the understanding only time brings...
Apropos to all of history, really, and most lives as well.
Soldiers are meaningless pawns when general's on self made pedestals lose the ability to be human.
This is very dramatic, in all the good ways, the real ways.
Meaning is derived from the image, overall.
Great poem.