Ah, Rebecca knows
Too well the unmarked
Graves, the souls forgot,
The lost unmentioned,
The unremembered,
The tall dark chimneys,
The grey smoke rising
To an indifferent
Sky, the sick promise
Of showers, the cruel
Gassing, the nightmares,
The lice, the bodies,
The children taken,
The melancholy
Songs, and somewhere off
A bright sun, cool moon
And a death too soon.



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