and birds perched on the empty feeder
looking at me dolefully, their red breasts
reminding me of those whose lives have
been lost at war this day, Veterans Day,
those in trenches, morphine coursing
through their veins to stand the terrible
pain, the cold, the loneliness, the bullets,
OK, I said,as I put on my slippers,
scrounged for bird seed in the basement
and shuffled through the snow, so little
to ask in response to such sacrifices.
I highly recommend reading Three Day Road about two young Canadian (Indian) men who go to war. The reference to morphine comes from this book. This book woke me up to the horror of war.