Landmarks** (No.2 - The Naval Monument, Chatham) Poem by Neil Young

Lorimer's monument
Punctuates ‘The Lines'.His
Upturned exclamation

Marks remembrance and peace.
Today I find Maufe's gates
Unlocked.In Portland stone

His walls complete the anchor;
Those dark bronze panels, litanies
Of names, men lost at sea.

Urging silence, four pale
Ghost-like sailors guard the
Way; expressions bearing

Pride, respect, regret; Art
Deco faces, steeped in
Ageless, carved emotion.

With too many names here
To recall, instead I
Take one image home, this

Sculptured sailor's handsome
Face, who stares beyond
The past, as if he longs

For some restored belief.
Low evening sun alerts
The beauty in his eyes;

Above, the Anemoi
In turn, blow kisses for
The love and loss of men.