no one plucks limp flowers
they’re not much in demand
youth is sacrificed on purpose
where beauty is at hand
we do not mourn the ugly
we mourn a joy forever
without the sacrifice of beauty
we have no bold endeavour
war’s beyond a meaning
so the old pluck virile flowers
to send to graves revealing
what harbours in their minds
where ugliness is beauty
and beauty’s left behind.
kjg 114am 31 jan 2014
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