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Two Poems for Veterans Day

Paul Nash, “We Are Making a New World,” 1918

523 words

November 24, 1916

Author’s Note:

A sestina written for all of our folk who were duped into being part of that first war to end all wars, that brother-killing-brother war, that beginning of our end.

I purposely did not date it November 11, so it would be more than merely a Veterans Day poem, although it is, also and most profoundly, a Veterans Day poem. 

We sit on duckboards or we stand in mud
Waiting, watching as the setting sun
Dips deep behind the ridge. Red clouds like blood
Thrown up against the blue-black sky make fun
Of all the blood thrown down, and thrown away,
All around us. We sit and wait for day

To end. We’ll be here when another day
Begins. As another morning finds mud—
(Mud and death)—and quite simply dawns away
Regardless. Up and down the yellow sun
Rises, sets, and decides some pretty fun
Can be had in skies the color of blood,

Unaware that down here, for us, it’s blood—
Über alles–that saturates each day
And stains our lives. Blood isn’t pretty fun.
To bleed or not to bleed here in the mud . . .
Watching the rising or the setting sun
Bleed into clouds, while we, too, bleed away

In little or in sudden bits. Away
We bleed… Away. Away in draughts of blood
And shattered bone. As all the while the sun
Throws bloody dawn or bloody ends of day
Into the skies that hang above the mud
That holds us. Surely there’s some sort of fun

To be had (terrible ironic fun
Of course… but still, it is there, in a way)
In looking upward from these slits of mud
And seeing winter skies awash in blood
When we’ve been awash in it, too, all day.
What clever things we – to share with the sun

The same bloodiness-es under the sun
That hang over the sun in clouds. What fun
We can find! Great fun every bloody day,
Watching the sun and comrades bleed away . . .
Sitting and watching while vistas of blood
Fall upon us, on duckboards or on mud.

Tonight, let the sun bleed itself away
To where fun is not a joke, soaked in blood,
Red clouds and mud. Let us have no next day.

Source: This sestina has appeared previously, without my note, in Mobius and in Soundzine (where one may hear it be professionally read).

* * *

poppiesWhy I Cry on Remembrance Day

I should forgive you, I know it, but I
Can’t do it. I can’t forgive you. Still, why
Do I feel guilty? You destroyed our past,
You ruined our future, (you were the last
Ones who had a future worth having, by
The way, thanks for leaving us high and dry
Thanks for not paying attention, thanks guys
For the world we’ve got now, it’s such a blast).
I should forgive . . .
I should forgive. I can’t forgive, it’s my
Burden, this understanding of the lies
You swallowed, the questions that went unasked
About the war you fought for those who cast
You as savior heroes in your own eyes.
I should forgive.


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  1. Posted November 12, 2016 at 11:12 pm | Permalink

    It’s an odd “counterfactual truth” that had our country resisted the call to enter WWI, Germany would surely have won, especially in view of Lenin’s withdrawal from the conflict. A German victory would have disincentivized National Socialism, and would have strangled Bolshevism before it could establish itself.
    Conclusion? American self-righteousness murdered 100,000,000.

    • BroncoColorado
      Posted November 13, 2016 at 5:43 pm | Permalink

      Woodrow Wilson and his controllers cannot escape the verdict of history, but is seems their evil work was made much easier by the contrivance of the infamous Zimmermann Telegram.

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