somme (1): the golden sun

the golden sun goes down
the sun goes down

the golden

to its sleeping

the night will come
to take lost souls

away into
safe keeping

no man
is on the forest steps
spectres dead
still standing …

… and of the spectres
none standing

blow the bugle
blow it slow

the golden sun

shining still
but through a cloud

and war is hell

and this
this war


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