Monday, November 16, 2009

The echo rings.

For the great poet, Wilfred Owen

Let's be clear that this umbrage is the
Umbrage of warfare and deceit--

That all snipers shall not know and the dead will have died
After we've shaken hands and said to hell with it.

Let us, too, acknowledge them,
On this ferocious side of a desperate

On the grid of our beings and with
Loud blood across our hands

Let it be known of the solitary wisdom that waits to
Greet this policy.

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