I’ll Have No Winding Sheet
Great War 1914
I’ll have no winding sheet. No head stone. This
Mud will be my coffin and my grave. No
Mourners. No funeral wreath. Just some whiz
Bangs, broken duck boards, spattered blood. And so
I sink. My helmet is my pillow. My
Comrades’ bones have made my casket. This place
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Two Poems for Veterans Day
Paul Nash, “We Are Making a New World,” 1918
523 words
November 24, 1916
Author’s Note:
A sestina written for all of our folk who were duped into being part of that first war to end all wars, that brother-killing-brother war, that beginning of our end.
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