I cannot settle in Blighty.
Wounded or not I have changed.
My feelings are with my comrades,
platonic, a complex of simplicities.
We talk only together for no others understand
beyond the old lies and the gas attack of poetry.
My being is incomplete.
I lack the wounds
to disregard life
beyond my skin.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
I cannot settle in Blighty.
Wounded or not I have changed.
My feelings are with my comrades,
platonic, a complex of simplicities.
We talk only together for no others understand
beyond the old lies and the gas attack of poetry.
My being is incomplete.
I lack the wounds
to disregard life
beyond my skin.