Prayer for Tony’s Ghosts
Flanders tombs
Barbaric blasphemy,
cold as their mother’s empty wombs
Who’s brave blood
Neither quenched the
trenches thirst, or infused in evil mud
Retribution by
engagement
That induced, the
whipped folly of blood- thirsty enragement
No more dead
No more names to carve,
no more granite, no more poppies red
11am 11th November 2011
Harry Mills
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