What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
Flanders was what came to mind for me. This motherfucker needs to find out what kind of balls it takes to write poetry while being shelled into a state of permanent shock. I don’t have words vulgar enough to say how much I hate this human.