Underneath the Veil

Battlefield 1

 

I have longed to move away

 

From the hissing of the spent lie

 

And the old terrors’ continual cry

 

Growing more terrible as the day

 

Goes over the hill into the deep sea. . . .

 

I have longed to move away but am afraid;

 

Some life, yet unspent, might explode

 

Out of the old lie burning on the ground,

 

And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.

Done