Last Post (2016) Poem by Roy Blokker

Fifty-seven poets marched off into war
Convinced they knew what they were fighting for,
But disllusionment soon crept in
When they saw what the politicians and generals had done.
Only a handful, a small handful survived,
The eloquence in their poetry thrived.
The rest were buried in mostly unmarked graves,
The final resting place of the foolish but brave.
And when they play "Last Post, " as they nightly do,
I think of future generations. I think of you.