JOHN MCCRAE (caller): …that mark our place.
NED (counselor): Do you mean like a bookmark? Or our place on earth?
MCCRAE: And in the sky
NED: Glad to know you’re thinking about your place in Heaven, callerino.
MCCRAE: The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
NED: Those are brave birds, if the boy next door is out there with his slingshot.
An early happy Armistice Day/Veterans Day from the Poetry Crisis Line!
CHURCHILL: A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, wrapped in bacon, then wrapped in tinfoil—the order is very important here. Then in cellophane, again, the sequence matters. Then in phyllo dough. I mean…
Can we shoot this again?
Read the rest of Carol Ann Duffy’s Armistice Day sonnet here.