They March Besides Us

Fond old Flanders
Knows the pain of men
Beyond the frisson
Of soft fuliginous night,

Futilitarian phantoms
Are the hoarfrost of war
And hubris humility
Hangs in calm balance,

How did we immolate
The impervious days
To those ineffable dreams?
Insidious they bleed.

Warm and iridescent,
The spectres march
Along the isthmus of our world,
Watching as we weep.

Poem © Phen Weston 2014

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  1. Very sober and moving, I see you were deeply touched by the story of your uncle. Yes, they march besides us, and we must remember. Take care!

    1. Somehow this ended up in spam? But, thank you so much my friend. My whole family was but I do have a special place for the First World War. I studied the poets when I started my course a couple years ago and a module on war writing next semester.

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