For English readers, Memorial Day is on the last Monday of May. It commemorates all the men and women, who have died in military service for the United States.
For Memorial Day – seventh in a series of Toritto’s war poetry
If poetry could raise the dead
the earth would bleed where they had bled
to flow back into fallen soldiers
who would rise, young and filled with wonder
and they would laugh and smile again
the millions, shaking dirt from tousled hair
turning unmarked faces to the sun
looking ’round to hug their friends
as well as former foes; gathering
to share a coffee, a schnapps, a sake
wondering which poet wrote the lines
which brought them back to life.
And leaning against the stone
they would gather to go home
strong and virile cobbler, butcher, Kansas boy
as all the nations wept with joy on their return
and they would work, create
have children, celebrate,
watch football, cut grass, harvest
live, love and die in their own bed
for if my poem could raise the dead
your…
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John Knifton 
Can I just say that this is reblogged from Frank Toritto. I did not write this poem, Frank did. I just think that it is absolutely stunning and deserves a very wide audience indeed.
I’m glad you did. I was quite moved by it.
Many thanks! Glad you liked. Regards from Florida
Superb! And how apt for Memorial Day.
It’s beautiful!