POETRY FORMAT, 19 May 2014
The poet Wilfred Owen was killed on the Hindenburg Line in World War I a week before the Armistice. He wrote: “I came out in order to help these boys—directly by leading them as well as an officer can; indirectly, by watching their sufferings that I may speak of them as well as a pleader can.”
I, too, am a pleader,
but insane, groveling,
inarticulate, nearly mute or shrieking,
a howling lunatic, mad preacher,
cowardly begging them
to stop wars.
Leaders, brave and responsible men,
patriots, courageous warriors
will not listen to me,
and should not,
because I am terrified, useless.
I go on and on, babbling
for centuries, ignorant
of what history was
and must be.
All I have achieved
is a futile wail
drowned out by explosions
and the silence
of the dead.
Tom Greening: “I engage in five professional activities:
Faculty Member at Saybrook University
Private Practice of Psychotherapy
Clinical Professor of Psychology, UCLA
International Editor of the Journal of Humanistic Psychology
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