The Poets Pluck Wilfred Owen
Dulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,
Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,
The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,
I saw his round mouth's crimson
as I felt my last life's breath,
As your soul slipped
it joins mine at our death.
composed 12/02/2017.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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