Primeval Poem by Teresa Hooley
Primeval
'Fierce fighting in a wood'- so read
The city placards. Suddenly,
From out dim æons of the dead
There flashed a memory.
Once more a tree with trees, I stood
Where men fought howling in the dark,
And felt the touch of human blood
Hot-spattered on my bark.
Once more I watched the red dawn rise
Upon a redder solitude,
And dropped dead leaves on sightless eyes....
'Fierce fighting in a wood.'
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