A poor bastard, doomed
before the war; the war
of which he wrote
happy little patriotic
poems... when it didn't
strike close with
the hammer of its
reality. Madness
was the best thing
that ever happened
to a man like that.
It made him chime
and sing, peal and
ring and heave.
08.03.2023
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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