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Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com                           We Have No Enemies Among the Dead                               For the Young Crew of the Moskva                                                   14 April 2022 Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave... O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea             -The Navy Hymn Proud admirals and presidents rattle their medals The young - in screams among burst steam lines die Explosions and darkness and seawater and hatches sealed The bulkheads blown, there is no up, no down Only pain and horror and throat-torn shrieks Proud admirals and presidents jing-aling their medals Training manuals, pocketknives, and comic books Naughty pinups, letters from Mom, wrenches, and boots Toolboxes, ball-point pens, and coffee cups Fall with the young deep down into the sea Proud admirals and presidents dazzle the room with their medals Mothers and fathers grieve in emptiness Our Leaders caution them to mind their attitude Proud admirals and presidents – to Hell with their medals
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
We Have No Enemies Among the Dead
Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com                           We Have No Enemies Among the Dead                               For the Young Crew of the Moskva                                                   14 April 2022 Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave... O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea             -The Navy Hymn Proud admirals and presidents rattle their medals The young - in screams among burst steam lines die Explosions and darkness and seawater and hatches sealed The bulkheads blown, there is no up, no down Only pain and horror and throat-torn shrieks Proud admirals and presidents jing-aling their medals Training manuals, pocketknives, and comic books Naughty pinups, letters from Mom, wrenches, and boots Toolboxes, ball-point pens, and coffee cups Fall with the young deep down into the sea Proud admirals and presidents dazzle the room with their medals Mothers and fathers grieve in emptiness Our Leaders caution them to mind their attitude Proud admirals and presidents – to Hell with their medals
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
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