Today, at least, we learnt of no new war
nor any other sources of mass pain
beyond the limit we can hold the strain
before collapse in weeping on the floor,
in pity of the folk whose final store
of hope and promise has left on the train
to destinations, it is only plain,
at which all hopeful purpose is no more.
At every moment we have missed the mark
for which we aimed on a far brighter day
when we expected neither wounds nor scars,
and did not think that day would turn to dark
without regard to any word we say,
and unilluminated by the stars.
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