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Poem 103: ANZAC Day - Only the dead Bruce Goodman © 25 April 2021 |
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Foolish folk sometimes dream the end of war, but peacetimes never mean the end of war. No more dog eat dog; lion and lamb lie down; is this a sign of being the end of war? The cosmos consumes itself in chaos; yet night sky seems serene, the end of war. Let’s pray that earth will smack of peace, and know in air, space, land, marine, the end of war. Poor Bruce repeats old Plato on this day: Only the dead have seen the end of war. |