In your gaze / show me the vanquished vigil of my days - Siegfried Sassoon

Here was the world's worst wound. And here with pride
'Their name liveth for evermore' the Gateway claims.
Was ever an immolation so belied
As these intolerably nameless names?
Well might the Dead who struggled in the slime
Rise and deride this sepulchre of crime.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city.

O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.