The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

“The dust that fell unnoted as a dew,Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy-clo…”

“Consummation is consumptionWe cannot consummate our bliss and not consumeAll jo…”

“What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the …”

“He's lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the vei…”