not only soldiers
laboring home
not just
the widow lost
not just the child
whose father died
but all must pay
the cost
for war extracts
a nation's soul
and tunes the heart
to hate
and kills the light
of every hope
denying Eden's
gate
exhaustion or
a screaming rage
fill the hollow
street
where shellshock
takes its awful toll
in victory
or defeat
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I can assure you, my dear, that your poesy moves on a very high level.