My mother’s father was gassed at Ypres,
gasping to his early grave when we were
supposedly at peace and such
barbarity forever forbidden, but
two World Wars, fought now, would
sure be lost, so supine, so suspicious, so
fraught with fear have we become that
Hegemony would be total, the
Holocaust successfully concluded,
Pelions of additional dead piled forgotten on the
Ossa of those we pretend to remember yet
daily dishonour.
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How could I not adore a writer who uses the word “supine”? Far too beautiful.