The March of the Dead

by Robert W. Service

The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet!
We watched the troops returning, through our tears ...

The Men that Don't Fit In

by Robert W. Service

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will ...

Dulce et Decorum est

by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge ...


by Wilfred Owen

Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . .
Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . .

Parable of the Old Men and the Young

by Wilfred Owen

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife ...

Hail Free Trade

by Graybyrd

Gaunt sightless gaze,
Ethnic face erased,
Open mouth gapes,
Wretchedness revealed.
Child spirit concealed,
Eyes beyond imploring ...

Patahoek petroglyph


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This is my work in progress of stories, poetry (mine and also some of Wilfred Owen and Robert Service), commentary, and personal recollections.