All roads

Dulce et Decorum Est:

Horace said it first

wandering cobbled roads

which all led to a Rome

gaudy in marble arches 

and porticoes.


Owen said it second

as men choked on mustard gas

and turned belly up in the mud

towards the unrelenting sun,

the unrelenting cold, 

the unrelenting guns. 


And here we are again

looking at the world

as if through a glass bottomed boat;

wondering what is sweet,

what is fitting. Wondering when

our voices will be enough

for the countries we are dying in

as sea levels rise and the big men 

in the skyscrapers get richer. 

Is this sweet? Is this fitting?

Are these the clothes we say our goodbyes in? 

Pro patria mori. 

I am laced with fury. 



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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