TO A POET DEAD IN THE GREAT WAR

He was most concerned

of beauty,

we are told;

world was falling

into war

and his path

to an unglorious death

in uniform,

but he

was most concerned with beauty.

Many ordinary blossom

drenched in blood

became,

briefly,

a red rose.

A thing of beauty,

like silence

after the shelling

when world

was born

anew.

05.09.2018