Cathy Dreyer

Student

I have no connection to anyone who fought in the first war, or none of which I'm aware. This worries me very much. I wrote the letter because I wanted to try and connect, to feel something, so that I won't forget.

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Cathy Dreyer

Student

Dear Soldier

I can only hope
that you believed
the things they said;
that you dug deep
trenches of heady
sweetness and felt
the mighty rightness
of your death.

I hope the hot
air of their empty
bromides lifted
you up and over,
far up and over,
away from mud,
blood and screams,
to that other country,
mother country.

I hope your ears
were full of hymns
and birdsong when
you died, your heart
swollen with pride,
so that your life
meant something to
you because it
didn’t mean enough

to all our fathers. They
smudged your red
into their pink stained
maps and passed the port,
a few feet to the left,
a few feet to the right.
Their price worth paying,
your life cut short.

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