Knock on Pine: A Poem by Andrew Bambrick


This poem is dedicated to my vanished village and its forgotten customs: the unbreakable bond.

Knock on Pine

Somber men wearing black
Armbands sit up front.

Women in black
Sniffle, swallow sobs
Then tears.

The sermon
Dollops of memories and hope.

A rose window
Shaft of light
Warms the pine box.

Friends pass by
And knock on the box.

Silently saying,
Wake up.
Remember us left behind.


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