Unfit, unknown
mine hidden, bound and fading
and Wilfred Owen (betrayed)
his bloodied, gypped and hating
mine hidden, bound and fading
and Wilfred Owen (betrayed)
his bloodied, gypped and hating
one of his for all of mine seems fair by my own standards
and yet he ran from ditch to trench 'til bullets knocked him backwards
--we live uninspired
Die, trenched red in Prussian wasteland
Die, undue and undeserved end
derived, doomed
mine borrowed, bland, sporadic
John Keats consumed (betrayed)
his melancholic, tragic
wakened on a cold hill side, deserted without pity
a crimsoned handkerchief divulge a death in Caesar's city
--we live uninspired
Die, a jar of ink unopened
Die, undue and undeserved end
Die, both twenty-five exhausted
Die, entombed in Christian mounds-bereft, too young, a jealous, shameless theft
Rise…
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