Axis & Allies - damowords

Death of Owen
The choice & master spirits of an age
Spread piety, think deep & deal in gore,
Or lay their thoughts saoft spoken on the page…
A poet knocks upon a poetʹs door;
ʺGoodbye Seigreid,
My service is required,
But thanks to you my mead of poetry inspired.ʺ
With vitesse vigour freshly found
He surged back to the battle,
Back to the brawl, back to the sound
Of teeth gnashing eternal,
It seemʹd for him the world had found
A finer crucible,
For here amid the bloodshed & the rage
One could sense the poesis of an age.
He paced along the slowboat boards,
Urging men as they fell,
Damocles swords & twanging cords,
The Captain hears the knell
The old lie sounded, ʺTo die in battle is to die well!ʺ
Flight of Peace
From these mountains shielding Algeria
From Saharan heat, ‘stho beswept in dream,
An Eagle flew beyond the Meseta,
Where once was warring peace will reign supreme;
Dog rough cloud rolls
Inspiral from the Earth,
Lest we forget those souls who sacrificed their birth.
The tumult & the shouting dies,
The world three armies receives,
The first with murder in the eyes
When a wounded heart bereaves,
The next already on the rise
As good men become thieves
& pity the last! forced to bear the mark
Of battle... some cripplʹd, some mad, some dark.
O slender bird, majestic mein,
Men watch ye as ye fly
Up over Spain & in thy train
Men made contented sigh,
Watching thee dance amid the burning tapers of the sky.
Ois‐Sambre Canal
November 4 th
1918
Europe
November 11 th
1918