The Send-Off — single-sale digital art

The Send-Off by Wilfred Owen.

This is a digital download. The customer does not receive a physical print.
Single-sale digital edition: quantity is one. When purchased, this listing is retired and is not restocked. Purchase grants personal download access for the buyer; it does not transfer copyright ownership or guarantee technical exclusivity.

Intended print size: 8×8 inches at 200 PPI.

The poem this image is based on:

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.

Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men’s are, dead.

Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp
Stood staring hard,
Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
Winked to the guard.

So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
They were not ours:
We never heard to which front these were sent.

Nor there if they yet mock what women meant
Who gave them flowers.

Shall they return to beatings of great bells
In wild trainloads?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to still village wells
Up half-known roads.

This artwork was created using AI image generation software running locally.