A crowd assembles in twos and threes In the cold damp air and chilly sun Outside All Saints: some clutching Memories and some wreaths. The children watch as Nick reshuffles The timings for the Last Post: To finish at eleven on the dot So we'll be silent in remembrance. Yet today either the list of names Is longer or the old soldier reads Too slowly: so the clock tower bell Loudly interrupts the bugle's lament.