“In Buffalo and Texas,” a poem for Memorial Day, 2022

In Buffalo and Texas

(after In Flander’s Field by Lt. Col. John McCrae, 1915)

Jonathan D. Greenberg

In Texas close to Mexico,

And New York burial grounds

The poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly,

Scarce heard amid the firing rounds below,

As aiders and abetters gravely pray, and thank 

Our Founding Fathers, and bellow

Their Satanic alibi

All the way to the bank.


We are the dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, climbed up on rocks,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Texas fields, fresh graves in Buffalo,

While mountebanks in black judicial frocks

And other sorry politicians cry

On Reddit, cable news and radio,

For open carry all around

And more AR-15s and Glocks.

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