Author's notes: A poem written afterI visted the battlfields and graveyards of the first world war

Those that fell

No vision of the mind,

Nor spirit eye

Can compare to the

Nightmarish realities

That haunt this blood-scarred land,

Sacred, only

to those that fell.

Fields of unknown dead,

Lost to time.

The fallen honoured

With a nameless grave.

“Known unto God,”

Meaningless words now,

To those that fell.

Forgotten to history,

A generation lost

Within the confining walls

Of the past.

Who now tolls the bell,

For those that fell?