To All Dead Soldiers Poem by Bengt O Björklund

To All Dead Soldiers



To all dead soldiers
melting beneath the sleepy grass
of cold November
to all disjointed bones of battle
sinking through the soil
of long forgotten fields of fighting
to the soaring pain of conflict
and all the sizzling blood
that flowed in furious intent…

Why?

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