Just blow the whistle

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Just blow the whistle

and lets be gone

we cannot bear this

sickness long


The air is still

as death awaits

St Peter

lingers at his gates


As triggered fingers

itch to kill

its rather them

their coffins fill


At close of day

this battled ground

will have its blood

and flesh by pound


And measured gains

the sum of naught

will come to prove

men won’t be taught


That even though

a million fall

men still will hear

Wars thunder call



◄ On Waking

Twilight ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 2nd Jul 2016 21:44

Thanks Stu,

so grateful for your reading and comments.


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Stu Buck

Sat 2nd Jul 2016 10:55

yeah i agree with phil on this one. its classical in structure and quietly deafening in terms of its power. all i can say more is its a fitting tribute.wars thunder call. W.O could have write that.

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Phil Kay

Sat 2nd Jul 2016 10:54

Yeah... fuck decorum... Its a beauty though.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 2nd Jul 2016 10:38

Thanks so much Phil,

I really am knocked over by such a comparison, I wish I had an ounce of his talent, but am pleased I didn't have to live through what he did to hone it.

I nearly put an expletive in the title, as I am sure if I was facing impending death that is exactly the terminology I would have used. For the sake of decorum, I left it out...but when I read it, I add the profanity for effect.

Thanks again for your kind words.


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Phil Kay

Sat 2nd Jul 2016 10:20

Wilfred owen would be honoured to meet the man who wrote this.

This poem is absolutely you David.. but I can't think of a more moving comparison for me.

The "triggered fingers"... what men are driven to.
And the final damnation to end with.

I wrote something recently and stole my last line from your first line, so evocative image is it.

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