Pensees on that Memorial Day time-that sack cloth and ashes time,
that dies ire, dies illa memorial—-submitted Carolyn Fallon, Benicia
“What passing bells for those who die like cattle—-
The old lie: ‘Dulce et decorum est,
Pro Patria mori.’—-
Above all I am not concerned with poetry,
My subject is War, and the pity of war.
The poetry is in the pity.—-”
WILFRED OWEN-1893-1918-dead in the trenches of World War I
Parts of the picture are plain to me–
the sky, the sun, a house, a tree.
The artist’s name is David,
with a backward “d”.
Yes, David, grade 3.
Look, the sky is blue, crayola blue,
with an orange sun
that casts no shows.
Shadows don’t come
until high school.
A plane hangs in the crayola sky
surronded by puffs of flak.
See bombs falling from the plane
exploding on the ground
in plumes of crayola black.
At the side of the house
see the bodies on the lawn,
two women and a child?
The lawn is crayola green
JOEL FALLON 1931-2017
now—go to YouTube and listen to Britten’s War Memorial-the poetry is in the_pity