This poem is taken from Stand 234, 20(2) July - September 2022.

Dan MacIsaac A Lament for Edward Thomas
   Dead Easter Monday, April 9, 1917

Legend has it that a shell blast at Arras
stopped the poet’s pocket watch and heart,
leaving his body unbloodied. His pulse,
shocked, just shut down. Did that bold lie about
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