Boy has an alarm set.
We take our two minutes reflection on the drive to Plymouth.
Rain smudges sky and land together.
On Royal Parade poppies decorate trees.
Every memorial is adorned: bright rings under the dark lists of names, the dense squared stone.
Names, listed; lives, loves, heroics, fear; compressed to this. Too many names to unfold each: too much to endure, too much to forget.