Call to Forgetting

Every sentence, every thought,Every word a crafted moment.
Hard is the time for loss,
Harder still the time for memory.


A warrior roused for conflict
His weapons sleeping
And weary limbs draw him down.
Yet the ranks fall quickly about him
To a deeper sleep beyond marching
Or the call of any new battle.


All silence is an act within
A carried item of weightless luggage
Once forgotton, it is difficult to find again