Shells Ii Death Is Dead Once More For Now
Recall the midwife
To the cenotaph
War is over
For now at least
Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain
in tact to blow away this coming eve
Or grow from flounder's red sodden field
To flutter on a chasten solar breeze
Up and up so only downward grave
can see
So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent
Sprayed by white tailed doves formation
flying overhead
Signaling in semaphore
Death is dead once more
We've little left to fill a casket
Apart from surplus faulty armaments
Scattered across the length and breadth
of no man's lands
To carry these giant's home
To mother's
Wishing they we're never born
Or had a daughter instead
Amen
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