Memorial Day

The names of the dead are written on blood red ribbons and rolled up in prayer wheels for the faithful to turn.

The names of the dead are carved into flat stones and skipped across the waves to sink into the sea.

The names of the dead are written in warm white sand, waiting for the wind to pick them up and take them home.

The names of the dead are sealed into fireworks, waiting to explode across the summer night.

It's the least we could do for them, they deserve so much more.