In fields of battle, where the dead do lie
The cries of victory, a hollow sigh
Leaves only ashes, where once there was home
The drums of war, a distant beat
As armies clash, with blood to seal
Their cause, a noble dream, a noble fate
But in the end, what is the cost of hate?
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B. A. Durham’s False Memories blends dream and reality in a seamless mix. As his father, afflicted by Alzheimer’s, fades away, the narrator is haunted by a dream that may be a memory, returning to him insistently. The piece is full of wonderful detail (the father touching his lip where once there was a mustache, “but now he is clean-shaven—he has been for years” — and moving in revealing the complexities of a family’s life. A worthy winner which shows the power of dreams to influence us.
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I love the words "what is the cost of hate?" --- very thought provoking poem, thankyou for sharing xx