DOOMED
REREADING WILFRED OWEN’s “WAR POEMS”
the landscape of hell’s moon spread across
the wire and debris of silence, war’s silence,
craters filled with the water of remembrance
where to look?
where to look?
And Wilfred Owen drank a cup of tea with death
which looked over his shoulder,
clouds
stillness
fell down the lines,
no one spoke
no one dreamt,
Guns held their rattle
bullets fell and waited,
words floated along and away
what verse for the doomed?
here lived no memory
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