The Blest Cohort Poem by jimmy blass

The Blest Cohort



How blest the cohort of the depression
Our fathers lived in trenches
Then ten years without the Demon

Older brothers spilt their blood at Ardennes and Iwo
We watched.

We spent our lives
Cold and yet occasional hot
Warring with a doomed colossus

Silently we took the next generation
too excess and libertine pursuits

Now watching the decline of our happy world
We were and are the blest generation
As we disappear

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