Skylarks Are Shot in France Despite Vaughan Williams

Skylarks Are Shot in France Despite Vaughan Williams

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The skylark soars above the corpses on

The battlefield of live doctrinal hate.

There often has been one bright sunny dawn

In which such soldiers have been found there late

Because of God beneath the circling song

Of heartless skylarks, singing only when

Descending.  Senseless slaughtered men don’t long

For birds to resurrect them.  Even men

Are not that sentimental, stupid, or

Alive when they lie killed.  A Shelley might

Record a pretty poem, or a score

Be played.  Dead men have entered wingless night.

  The morning past Glen Shiel, or past the Somme

    Or after Mesolithic fights comes calm.

~  Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 25, 2025 | CH, RE, WA | 0 comments