Ant Smith

All poems

The 11th minute of the 11th hour

Don't remember me with silence
As though you regret I gave my life
Don't shuffle in embarrassment
And count the seconds ticking by
Don't think of us as just numbers
You were prepared to pay this price
Don't remember me with silence
Celebrate you are alive

Don't remember me with symbols
As though they could signify
Don't forget the individuals
You set up on your bloody lines
Don't imagine there's a difference
In today's accountants eyes
Don't remember me with symbols
I'm more than the question 'Why'

The beast can not be counted
Such numbers will tell you lies
Life is not an algebra
Unmarked graves are not a sign
Don't remember me with silence
Don't conscript me to that good night
Don't remember me with silence
Celebrate you are alive