My intent here was to make a dream-like poem by adapting lines from Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est”, echoing many sounds, words and ideas in an effort to hypnotize the reader and elucidate the concept that dreams are an echo of reality. I have taken Owen’s original subject and made him a literal drowning victim, so that the echoes might also recall how sounds travel in and over water.<\/p>\n
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in every dive I\u2019ve seen his sinking face,\u00a0in every dive<\/span><\/p>\n I’ve Lied to him, told him “you’ll survive”<\/span><\/p>\n my closed eyes watched him die, <\/span><\/p>\n eyes sinking in his face<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I too felt near dead, dead, dead<\/span><\/p>\n though most alive<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n the rest of us are helpless, less and less air left for breath<\/span><\/p>\n we choke, even as he\u2019s *cough, cough*\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n coughing like a hag<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n again, again we fear his love, even as he\u00a0<\/span>drinks\u00a0<\/span>his death<\/span><\/p>\n we see him blind,<\/span>\u00a0we\u2019re all weak <\/span><\/p>\n with fatigue<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n we see him under green sea,\u00a0<\/span>under green sea\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n see him drowning,\u00a0<\/span>our ears dea\u2014 TWEEE!<\/span><\/p>\n to the searing screams above<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n he plunges at us, guttural guttering, choking, drowning, drowning<\/span><\/p>\n he sinks in the green as he\u00a0<\/span>swims, swims, <\/span>swims up<\/span><\/p>\n to our love<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cClear!\u201d if you could hear\u2014 \u201cALL CLEAR!\u201d. A<\/span>t every jolt,\u00a0<\/span>the gore<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>and spit, as it spurts forth from frothy lungs<\/span><\/p>\n if you too had to kiss, kiss, kiss\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n your lying lips\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n if your lips had to kiss the dying ones<\/span><\/p>\n your summer ocean dreams<\/span><\/p>\n dream<\/span><\/p>\n dream<\/span><\/p>\n dream<\/span><\/p>\n (just a dream<\/em>)<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n your summer ocean dreams<\/span><\/p>\n would lose the warmth of sun.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My intent here was to make a dream-like poem by adapting lines from Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est”, echoing…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":376,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[747,3208522,640,1230],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-academics","category-crwr-201-intro-to-poetry","category-poetry","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=375"}],"version-history":[{"count":35,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":452,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375\/revisions\/452"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/mackenzielott\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}