The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

A Statesman at the Cenotaph

So let's recall those bodies brave and bold
Whose flesh is gone to glory, it is told,
Because well-bodied gentlemen like me
Ground maggots' meat to keep the country free.
I chuck my wreath of opium, and bow
Before this solemn thingummy, which now
Stands symbol for the lesson of each war:
Never again, until we want some more.

Past battle's sting is soothed by old grey stone
To jolly joystick for the future drone;
So here we are again, not to forget
The coming luncheon, and may Heaven let
These old bones limping by, as is their perk,
Not misconstrue my reverential smirk.

Davey Fitzanthony

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