Remember Me.

When the ashes gently tumble down,
Onto caskets left fallow in fields of wheat,
And the blood has dried to a tender brown,
When my bones have sunk to the depths of the peat,

Remember me.

When the husks of men break at dawn,
And footsteps no longer echo across the snow,
When kings are just as dead as pawns,
And the wind mourns and blows,

Remember me.

When the mausoleums shut their doors,
Skyscrapers mourn amid broken glass,
Lacking rich or poor,
No one left to be taken to task,

Remember me.

The tattered flags, now uselessly lying,
Broken promises or shattered trust,
When white doves fall from the skies,
The final trumpets locked in lust,

Remember me.

Under hills or mountains where some fled,
When there’s nothing there, and nothing left,
White clouds above and fields of red,
When memories are spent, but better kept,

Remember me.