Poem: ‘Remembrance Day’
Tom Leonard, 4 August 2005
I know what it is to be powerless
I know what it is to be made to lie low
while the unknown enemy invades you
what it is not to have words
for what is happening for grass and tree
and inanimate thing to be
your only witness on the clearest day
of a childhood almost fifty years ago;
how I hate male
fucking violence. this day
I will wear nor white nor red
nor count myself solitary instead
I...