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Nov 2018
”NON SO COME..SI PUÒ VIVERE IN QUESTO FUOCO?

After the war
we returned

ourselves
(but not)
our selves

to Our Country
right or wrong

that was like a life sized
replica of what

we had left

only alien
to us now.

We were guilty
(guilty as hell)

of surviving
this hell

that made ghosts
of so many

& we these
ghosts of flesh and blood

haunting the living
envious of them

and their ability to forget
by remembering.

We hoarded
our tears

we couldn't cry

went on living
because...because

we didn't know how
to die

each moment
a battle

we could never win.
"I do not know how it is possible. . .to live in such fire."

Dante
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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