Canterbury Celebrated
Write their names in better than the dark mud
Where they died; their life like the wasted sud
Of washed out things; they were the soldiers of the village
The warriors of a hidden war
They saved us from plunder and pillage
And wore with honor their stigma and scar
We had the worst address in the world paling Nazareth too
But we had love, cared for each other
Minotaur saw the weak and knew our brother
Wrap their names in flags of honor too.
Teddy, the short one, Galdys' son
Lascelles, the handsome one,
And Big Ben with muscles to lift a ton
The athletes were Little wicked, and Sonny
The fell like leaves one by one
And no flag flew at half mast in Canterbury
But look at the place, how each find its rank
And without order besieged the bank.
O Canterbury, I remember your sons
Your daughters, and the runs
Of formal power without justice to the rooms
Disshevelled like graveclothes in empty tombs.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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