Who wants to be remembered? Many do, of course.
We cut slabs of granite, erect megaliths over their
Last remains to beckon the living to memory. Or
They endow a scholarship in their name, hoping the
Youngster will carry forth their glory. Remember
Me is a mantra of mankind. No one seeks to live
For naught. The millions who died in war, civilians
And soldiers, many remains unfound, suffered the
Ultimate sacrifice. They all want a niche in memory.
Yet, without identifiable remains, where do we erect
A stone and who will pay for an eponymous scholarship
Or maybe a mnemonic building on a campus? Who will
Make the sacrifice in even small measure to remember
And hallow their demise? Perhaps they need not so much
Memory as meaning. We can realize that for them in a
Massive campaign for peace. We owe their memory that.
