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A Salute to Wilfred Owen. Translations at bottom of poem. |
| (For Wilfred Owen) The Old Lie, You called it "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori*" I didn't heed. Rushed past racing for honor for duty to touch my father's life. Now I clutch at bloody sand faded pictures old dog tags bent awry like me. I choke on "The Star Spangled Banner" like uncles and old men arranged around park benches. And I reply Dulce Bellum Inexpertis** * It is right and proper to give one's life for one's country ** War is beautiful to the inexperienced |