"Another Poem Draft"

Hey now, Miss Jewett,. I have to leave you behind me yet,. I could never read your uplifting emotion, when we were alone,. How brutal the dogs of war and slime of moor with crosses, knives, stars, descendants of mars as alienated fools set up as expendable tools,. I accept you as a beautiful memory, a faded event I fear to forget, the brightest star that I let away for my own good, I did what I could. Goodbye, Miss Jewett