Another world, same war

Kerfe introduced us to a German artist, H. Schlagen with her Saturday visit to the Oracle, and his painting of a consultation of Oracles. Another of his paintings, im hyperraum inspired this cascade poem.

You can see the painting here.


Honour treads heavy in our hearts,

lift them high and sing the songs;

blood and bone were made for this.


Hear the soldier songs your father sung

and taste the rats and bloody mud;

honour treads heavy in our hearts,


so wear with pride his medalled scars,

remember all his hatreds deep,

lift them high and sing the songs.


I see my own dead face, not Father’s agony!

His pride, his war is yours, my son,

your blood and bones were made for this.



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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

5 thoughts on “Another world, same war”

  1. And it makes me think how the younger President Bush started his war in the Mideast to make up for what he thought was his father’s failure there…and we know how that ended up/and is still disintegrating. It’s a fool’s game. (K)

  2. So after having a longer thought on this theme and this poem, I renamed the work from “Im Hyperraum” to “Warchilds”. This is exactly what it’s about. A trauma living on through generations.

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