Polygon Wood
like a shrine
you lie
in the middle
of the wood
and warn
of those
who preach
peace
and make
war
* * *
when you left
for the front
you were
living heroes
and now
you’re on top
of the hill
where only
poppies
blow..........
Jan Theuninck
Posted over on Poets Against the War
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