Cenetaphs Poem by james watkin

Cenetaphs



Rising up after each rain
Bloody ruddy and weighed, winds
Long past, war's, have blown.
As quick, weeds. As unpleasant.
That which bloomed for each town's youth?
Of such overgrown.

Wednesday, March 1, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: memorial,war
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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