Lessons

21 Jan 2010

·Eabann

We can never know the terror of the First World War, Where men died in labyrinthine fields of France, Where soldiers of every ilk were gassed, Their flesh dying before they had the chance. All we can know is that no concrete lesson Was learnt from instruction in that dug-up hell; Death continues its elementary schooling; We provide its space to teach in, and to dwell.

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