Passchendaele

31st July 1917

If Europe was at war again
could it ever match the stain
of Passchendaele? The last throw,
the final act to put the sense of war
beyond all doubt. This word,
a mere location on a local map,
eyed with monocular vision by
the wisdom of the general staff,
is now an onomatopoeic standfast
for our times, so easily does it slip
into our tongue, with its Flemish
orthography hiding English suffering
and death. Lest we forget, as many
German dead are counted, but
the battle over numbers never ends,
though together, all no more.

But could we be at war again
when so many days as these
and broken lives and empty
hearts, have made their argument?
If suffering disaster binds, then
selfish statehood surely puts us back
to where we were, when treaties
only bound our continent to making war.

Starting today, 100 years ago
when much of Europe burns in heat
and ending in November when cold
will hold its heart, how right it is
to remember these unnumbered dead.
When those who take us out
of union assert the cause of unity
and peace are not the same; that nations
are better off alone to fight their battles
once again, and seek for allies in
the empire that’s gone.

Ischia
31st July 2017
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2 thoughts on “Passchendaele

  1. I now understand Yeats’ famous editorial decision about Wilfred Owen. (OBMV, 1892-1935)

    Also, John, why this inversion?

    “so…. easily does it slip into our tongue,”

    Some easy swipes recently, we feel.

    Love to everyone,

    John X

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  2. ‘…how right it is/to remember these unnumbered dead. When those who take us out/of union assert the cause of unity/and peace are not the same…’

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