Who is being mocked now? You,
A scholar soldier, who once wrote
Of the murderer, the dead man
The desecrated picture of the
Smiling girl, cracked and crumbling
Where is your murderer? For he
Must have been amused as you were
Seeing your smiling, dirty face
From behind the ominous crosshair,
Sorcery bringing you to your knees
Where is your ghost? Your corpse
Flinches under the mosquito’s kiss
Eyes vacant caves, mouth gaping
Dating surprise, despite premonitions
That this day would finally come
Where is your Stefi? To die so young,
Surely somewhere in a dusty frame
Lies your face, staring passively
Unreachable, behind cool glass
Deaf; while a young girl cries
Did you know ahead? Their lives
Would be no different from your
Own. Untimely events have turned
Flesh into dust; a man into an apparition,
No longer able to hear the bells of Spring.
Author notes
((2 paragraph commentary, bear with me please))
Horrible, horrible. I lack any clue as to how to write efficiently... no form or any respect for grammar, thought trails, or any of that good poetry stuff. Amazingly enough, I spent time and effort on this, trying to get it to be decent, even though it hates me. It's about my favorite poet, Keith Douglas and includes at least 4 good references to his poems...
This actually started as a response poem for Dr. Walker's class, but I completely scrapped my first effort after I became more interested in the poet rather than the poem I was responding to xD This guy died when he was 22, which was crazy, considering what he was writing.... he ended up being pretty much everything he had written about, even though he was writing about others.... it was really weird.... apparently he had crazy premonitions and stuff...
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