Seas of the Dead and of the Living

His daughter holds close The Arctic Star Gleaming new With bright ribbon, Conjecturing. Roaring night embraces Each shuddering hulk Battling to the death A fearsome, screaming ice Now beckoning. No lessening of the dread Hunting and pummelling And surrendering Unto...

Singly And By Multitude The Poppies Come

On finding you Standing proud A single, scarlet poppy Quite ceramic Not waving At the loving crowd Who come but tenderly In droves, remembering With inward tears Lost youth The splintered age Still jabbing accusation At such monstrous waste Of precious souls. Today...