Not All of Us, by John Male.

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Not all of us are articulate
but is it necessary to tell everything?

Easy to record minutely the tortured
second between whine and shell burst,
the road bracketed, the Military Policeman at the corner
staggering concussed to the ambulance;
easy to record afterwards the mock heroics
about numbers on high-explosive shells.

These things are with us continually;
day after day; and we are careless and dull, finally,
from too much experience.

Wo wants to be articulate? These
are years we have lost; love a memory;
excuse us if we are silent
as the dead are.


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