A poem's not the place for fear
Or pain, or fire, or bodies turning
Into corpses in the burning.
A poem's not the place to hear
Entreaties of the doomed ones praying;
Farewell messages' last saying.
A poem's not the place to pry
In filthy maggot-minds for reasons,
Motives changing with the seasons.
A poem is a place to try
To thank the ones who could not live
Knowing there was more to give.
A poem is a place to show
By words arranged a poet's way
Some lives are framed on just one day.
And finally, a way to know
That we will always count the cost
And lives remembered are not lost.
Another View by Judy Schilling