Today
Bright and flustered sun-shine falls back
From the Western front,
Hidden from hope, guided from view.
Grizzly cloud cleaves through lives
Who hate the rain and grey grey skies.
A winter's dawn attempts a smile,
Whilst Europe's silent chill cries
Amongst the deadened leaves
Atop the lonely trees;
There, let them sob there, let them sleep.
Silently they weep, gentle gasps of aching
Hearts, full with empty love for fallen foes, and
Sunken lust for distant friends - beyond the dark,
Across the sea, some there watching me -
Which is never quite fulfilled.
(C) Joseph Tradescent
Poems
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