Dead Grandfathers
1 May 2000

Ring around the burial mound,
push in the soil and tramp it down,
doff your caps let bugles sound,
for all of our dead grandfathers.

Some have one, some have more
some were killed in a war.
Can the earth take anymore?
It’s full of our dead grandfathers.

In life we move from loss to loss.
We have some fun but at what cost?
For we all must cough that final cough
And go and join our grandfathers.