Broken
By PoppyS
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Move him into the sun -
for that one, last time
he should never discern, the cold.
There he now lies -
red flowing underfoot, our plans incomplete.
Please keep the
observers at bay
for wounded he is, beyond make mend
bound in his cavernous unending sleep.
So many, remembered considerations
buried out there - amid the fallen
broken, bodies of battle.
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the sun brings its own
the sun brings its own medicine and this seems ancient and modern. The phrase, 'for wounded, beyond make mend' is slightly clumsy. I know what you mean, but simpler with 'beyond mend'.
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I see
what Jack means.
"beyond make-do-and-mend"
or even
"beyond make-do-and-mending"
I like this.
Best
Ewan
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A complex poem this, I have
A complex poem this, I have new thoughts each time I read it, well deserved cherries!
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A touch of Owen's 'Futility'
A touch of Owen's 'Futility' here, I like your take on it.
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