Cruel Time-Lord, Back-Scything Over Poem by james watkin

Cruel Time-Lord, Back-Scything Over



Cruel Time-Lord, back-scything o're Death's
Landscapes does expose
More, of war's felled, historical
Does writhe than compose.

Uncovering, through smoke haze
Musket's and cannon fire's
In bugle, fife, drum, thirst for blood.
In boot, blood's quagmires.

Friday, July 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: war,memory
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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