Intersections

"The Mouthless Dead" by Charles H. Sorley 

When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go.
Say not soft things as other men have said
That you'll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should
they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honor. It is easy to be dead.
Say only this, 'They are dead.' Then add thereto,
'Yet many a better one has died before.'
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(This one reminds me of Adrian's nightmares after sending the Squid to NYC...)