Shells of Flames
5 August 2016

In glory we set the purpose of Flames
The battlefield signed with blood of the hosts
The hearts we forget in thrill of the games
The endless confined by flags that mind posts
Now laden regret the tears of the Thames
For the bodies lined the conquests one boasts
Hearts aid and abet the hand that them maims
A closure to fret horizon of ghosts
Pray tell me now clear where do rivers flow
When thick with the blood they ravage valleys
I harbour no fear of underground glow
Oncoming the flood of tears that we know
The hearts that we smear in night-clad alleys
Shells of Flames in bud that silent we grow
Reading of the poem:

Back to You – Brett Anderson & Emmanuelle Seigner