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Best Poems From
FREDERICK KESNER
(28 August)
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. Mother, Mother
Mother, Mother
are you crying?
Come and look,
the roses are dying.
Mother, Mother
I am hungry.
Come and see,
the dishes are piling.
Mother, Mother
I am lonely.
Come and hear,
My heart's key is snapping.
Mother, Mother
are you sleeping?
Come and run,
Let's play in the sun once more.
Frederick Kesner
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.. Farewell
`
grief belies this despised state
hunched upon shuffling feet
pondering the crunch of
browned leaves
grief burrows this desiccated soil
hidden beneath scurrying paws
forgetting the crush of
billowy waves
grief bruises this demented breath
hollowed out withered lips
releasing the fluttering wings
cotton-downed doves
grief bellows across horizons
herding the flock from grazing
shackling the gates
embracing the nightfall
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Frederick Kesner
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. hair in the wind
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Brown in the sun
of the midday born
Silken strands
of crested corn
sparks light the sky
brilliant welder's flash
jewel in disguise
jouster's winning prize.
Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking
that candlestick.
All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses
then run them again.
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Frederick Kesner
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. Shot at Dawn
This poem does not condone desertion
nor is it a proponent of summary execution
or the use of capital punishment as a deterrent.
The citizen army of August 1914
saw in its time 8Million signed up
resulting in 750,000 dead
of this 300/3000 executed.
This is the tale of just one life.
Shot at Dawn
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At nineteen you were still a child
hopping off to an aggrandised war
filled with romantic and exuberant air
At nineteen you travelled over the channel
to Mons, by the Belgian border marching
there receiving the horrors of humiliated retreat
At nineteen you went missing
first in Dublin taking leave without permission
now in France and sought for desertion
At nineteen you were a fugitive
hiding from town to town
filled with fear and personal loathing
without destination, without future
At nineteen you were confronted
by a baron's gamekeeper
whisked from barn to court marshall
At nineteen you met the iron will
of a military court in face of disaster
you were the first deserter to be convicted
As far as publicly convenient, within two days
without showing the world we shoot our own
At nineteen you marched out, first light of dawn
And in the half light of a new day
in an unmarked grave by the road
At nineteen ceremoniously executed and hastily buried
A queue of poplar trees with arms outstretched
lifted plaintive prayers to the war torn sky
At nineteen hope flew as far as the eye can see
Shortly before dawn, escorted by armed guards
tied to a post, blindfolded, white cloth to the heart
At nineteen your regiment paraded through gun smoke
An exemplary deterrent to all West Kents
rifles cracked from shaking arms
At nineteen you were shot at dawn
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Pvt. Thomas James Highgate (19)
Royal West Kents
d.08-09-1914
Frederick Kesner
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