Beach Burial Kenneth Slessor

I have specifically chosen the poem “beach Burial” by Kenneth Slessor because its not about killing each other but knowing that we are all equal and doesn’t matter what we do, what we fight for we will always be treated the same. The two poetic techniques that I chosen are simile and paradox. “The breath of the wet season has washed their inscriptions, as blue as drowned men’s lips,” stating that the soldiers had been left in the water for that long that they started to deteriorate and their identities were unknown. The paradox in the poem is actually the heading, “beach” when you think of beach what do you think of? Sunny day, waves crashing against each other, and the hot beaming sun shining on your face. But in this case, they’re having