A German ship, the ‘Hera’ sank off the Cornish coast in thick fog, in February 1914.
Oddly, the Falmouth Seamen’s Chaplain was a Mr Badger and the German vice-consul was a Mr Fox, of Falmouth…
There were five survivors and any bodies washed up along the coast were
respectfully buried with a large attendance in Veryan's churchyard.
And yet months later the two countries were at war…
The grave is reputed to be the longest in England.
If We Had Only Known
If they had only known
What lay months ahead:
An assassination,
A culmination of muscling,
Tussling
And the outbreak of a rotten war,
Directed by commission,
Troopers of tradition.
If they had only known
What lay off Nare Head:
An abomination,
A termination of grounding,
Drowning
And the slaughter of a rotten mist,
Sinking by collision,
Not by ammunition.
If only they had known
What lay in Veryan, dead:
An indication,
A validation of mourning,
Warning
And the burial of a rotten crew,
Deformed by putrefaction:
A bacterial reaction.
If they had only known
What lay on the ocean bed.
An eradication,
A celebration of empathy,
Sympathy
And the cursing of a rotten wreck,
Silenced by dejection:
A natural rejection.
If only I had known
What lay on the grave’s head:
An appreciation,
A pacification of indifference,
Deference
And the memorials of a rotten death,
Blessed by resurrection
And eternal perfection…
Pete Ray
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