IS A HOLLOW TONELESS THING
BORN OF THE HATE THAT WARS BRING
IT'S BITTER CRY, IT'S DESPERATE WILL
IS BUT TO LAUGH AND KILL AND KILL
OH NO MY HANDS DO NOT CONTAIN
THE ACTUAL BLOOD-THE DEADLY STAIN
NO DAGGER DRAWN, NO SWORD I DREW
BUT IN THAT SPACE WHEREIN I FLEW
SO NEAR TO GOD AND YET SO FAR
I HELPED TO KILL TO MAIM TO MAR.
YET NO REGRETS AND HARDLY SHAME
IT IS NO MORE THAN JUST A GAME
OF SKILL AND JOY AND DARING TOO
THE JOY OF KISSING DEATH
IN LIEU OF SHOUTING FROM SOME SAFE RECESS
OF ANOTHER'S DARING, ANOTHER'S SUCCESS.
OH THIS IS MINE ALONE TO BEAR
IN TRIUMPH OR IN BITTER DESPAIR.
BUT IN MY HEART I KNOW
AND SAY TOMORROW,
LOVE, IS ANOTHER DAY.
MARIANNAS
8TH OF FEBRUARY 1946
WRITTEN BY: LEWIS B. DAVENPORT
IN HIS LOVING MEMORY
TO OUR DEAREST MOTHER ON HER 76TH BIRTHDAY

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