My Soul's A Little Grief,

I Was A Boy When I First Realized That The Fullest Life Liveable Was A Poet's

So Secretly, Like Wrongs Hushed-up, They Went.

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.

Soldiers May Grow A Soul When Turned To Fronds, But Here The Thing's Best Left At Home With Friends.

I, Too, Saw God Through Mud - The Mud That Cracked On Cheeks When Wretches Smiled. War Brought More Glory To Their Eyes Than Blood, And Gave Their Laughs More Glee Than Shakes A Child.