A pin point
Of liquid silver sound
Trickles from
Open sky
Low under leaden feet
The cheated generation
Lies
Present and correct
Rank and file
Row upon row
Dark sockets gape
Where eyes once flared and flinched
Bled and oozed
Then locked their grateful lids
To extinguish Hell
For good
Beneath the sun's glower
I raise mine to
Squint
At the lark
Ascending
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 3:15 AM UTC
A pin point
Of liquid silver sound
Trickles from
Open sky
Low under leaden feet
The cheated generation
Lies
Present and correct
Rank and file
Row upon row
Dark sockets gape
Where eyes once flared and flinched
Bled and oozed
Then locked their grateful lids
To extinguish Hell
For good
Beneath the sun's glower
I raise mine to
Squint
At the lark
Ascending
(From notes written in Tyne Cot War Cemetery, Ypres, Belgium)
© Marcus Lane 2008
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