The Aristocratic War.
A lone burgundy poppy amongst the weed on
verge of the lane remembers World War 1,
few wars, this so romantic English war, are as
well recorded. Verdun and stinking mud, many
poems written ( not that verses ever stopped
the juggernaut of war.) Plinths and cenotaph,
statues of generals -covered in bird dropping-
astride bronze horses, in every town. Lest we
forget that this is the only war where the upper
classes died, on the battlefield, in equal numbers
as the common soldier… and that, I suspect, is
why it is so well documented.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, March 05, 2009
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