With You On Ammunition Hill – Remembering the Six-Day War

here on ammunition hill

years after you

I walk through the war

on an easy saturday

and I hear your cries

as the bullets pierce your hearts

and I feel the pain

as you watch your best friends fall

I’m here with you now

on ammunition hill

I count you listed

on a plaque above

I whisper your names

and plant them

in the garden of my eye

to touch

always

remember

always

remember I’m standing here

on an easy saturday

because of the names

you’ve left

behind