Unfit, unknown
mine hidden, bound and fading
and Wilfred Owen (betrayed)
his bloodied, gypped and hating

one of his for all of mine seems fair by my own standards
and yet he ran from ditch to trench ‘til bullets knocked him backwards
--we live uninspired

Die, trenched red in Prussian wasteland
Die, undue and undeserved end

derived, doomed
mine borrowed, bland, sporadic
John Keats consumed (betrayed)
his melancholic, tragic

wakened on a cold hill side, deserted without pity
a crimsoned handkerchief divulge a death in Caesar’s city
--we live uninspired

Die, a jar of ink unopened
Die, undue and undeserved end

Die, both twenty-five exhausted
Die, entombed in Christian mounds-bereft, too young, a jealous, shameless theft

Rise…