They took down the war memorial today.
It stood in the park near the river
And the workmen removed it stone by stone.
A few people stood on the bridge and watched it come down,
I watched too. I watched an old man come out of the library
And cross the road.
He spoke to a workman in a red hard hat
Until the workman shook his head and walked away.
I wondered what the old man said.
He wouldn’t leave,
He stood in front of the memorial and watched.
Even as I went into the library and found a seat near the front window,
He just stood in the park watching.
It reminded me of the book room at my old high school.
I used to love going in there.
It had piles of books.
All Quiet on the Western Front, the Great Gatsby,
The Red Badge of Courage, Poetry of Robert Frost,
Poetry of Wordsworth. To Kill a Mockingbird.
The books filled the shelves.
The smell of paper, the look of different covers.
There was no racism, ignorance, fear or loneliness in that room,
Those feelings were for the playground.
I took a book once because the cover had come off and
I thought they would throw it away.
I wanted it, it was The Red Badge of Courage.
A year after I left that school, someone lit a fire in that room
And burned half the school down.
That someone could set fire to that room
That room where God lived.
A few years later
The school closed down.
I could take you there and show you where it stood
If you would meet me in my home town.