They
flutter
behind
you
your
possible
pasts,
Some
bright-eyed
and
crazy,
some
frightened
and
lost.
A
warning
to
anyone
still
in
command
[Cattle
truck
noises]
"Ranks!
Fire!"
Of
their
possible
future,
to
take
care.
In
derelict
sidings
the
poppies
entwine
With
cattle
trucks
lying
in
wait
for
the
next
time.
Do
you
remember
me?
How
we
used
to
be?
Do
you
think
we
should
be
closer?
She
stood
in
the
doorway,
the
ghost
of
a
smile
Haunting
her
face
like
a
cheap
hotel
sign.
Her
cold
eyes
imploring
the
men
in
their
macs
For
the
gold
in
their
bags
or
the
knives
in
their
backs.
Stepping
up
boldly
one
put
out
his
hand.
He
said,
"I
was
just
a
child
then,
now
I'm
only
a
man."
Do
you
remember
me?
How
we
used
to
be?
Do
you
think
we
should
be
closer?
By
the
cold
and
religious
we
were
taken
in
hand
Shown
how
to
feel
good
and
told
to
feel
bad.
Tongue
tied
and
terrified
we
learned
how
to
pray
Now
our
feelings
run
deep
and
cold
as
the
clay.
And
strung
out
behind
us
the
banners
and
flags
Of
our
possible
pasts
lie
in
tatters
and
rags.
Do
you
remember
me?
How
we
used
to
be?
Do
you
think
we
should
be
closer?
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