The Eyes of the Dead Vlog: Dulce et Decorum est by Wilfred Owen

[Brownlyne]

I recall reading this poem some years ago. I'm a poet myself, but

often, at one time, my thoughts shamefully sealed the prospects

of venturing into those plumes of smoke we and fire we deem

horrors. If Owen were alive today, my hand would be extended to

his for composing words of a claim of a culpable, old practice: war.

Thank you for the post.