Memorial to the Living Dead
What Shall We Say of the Bones, Unclean?
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“What shall we who count our days and bow
Our heads with a commemorial woe
In the ribboned coats of grim felicity,
What shall we say of the bones, unclean,
Whose verdurous anonymity will grow?
The ragged arms, the ragged heads and eyes
Lost in these acres of the insane green?”
- Allen Tate
The Endless War
We are often reminded that the nation is at war. This wou…