Poetry, Grades 7 – 9: Second Place

Remembrance — David Bix

Then, then, never again
I promised, I kept, I wept, I can
I do, I don’t, I choke when I remember
They ask how long, I answer forever.
The impact, the power, the loss of human life:
The father, the butcher, the mailman’s wife.
Small so small, just a speck of time
Decimated, concentrated, so precious so fine.
They’re quiet when I question, but loud when I don’t
When I stand they sit, but when I sat they spoke.
So I stand, and I weep, and I look by the creek
Where she died, where they died, where we died for me.