Long Barrow Way
Rusting under green meadows Or deep beneath brutalist slums Discarded relics of war Nature naturally overcomes Once powerful fighting machines Now devoid of all context: The gauges, levers and shell Of the subterranean wrecks As the moon is obscured by cloud Night becomes darker for men It is memory that time must enshroud So mistakes are made over again In a no man's land of ghouls Where angels fear to tread A new generation of fools Fall prey to the undying dead. From whence came the mortar attack And the diabolical death; A fading mechanical whir, The sound of a last human breath? All is now lost to the winds That blow over the battlegrounds All is now lost to the kings That rest under brutalist mounds.
© Severn Dwyer. 2015