November 11, 2017

(A Macalla, After a Century's War)

From Flanders Fields the poppies grow 

Inside our houses, row on row,

They pierce our breasts with scarlet wings

And mark the place where still larks sing

Faintly in the century's woe.

These are the dead, their name is Hedd.

Their graves fil...

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