I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, February 28, 2011

Frank Buckles, 1901 – 2011

So passes the last American Veteran of the Great War (WWI for those of you not old enough). Another world shaping even passes from living memory (there are two other WWI veterans living).

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