Tag: the great war

• Great war it was

  When order flies and chaos thrives When skydown bombs cause men to dive In sucking mires, where men and horses die I employ a wild strategy to help me survive; As soon as I hear rattling guns, I salute immediately If anyone tries to shoot me, I’ll die with my boots Scopes will train on…

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  4th Aug 2024

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• Lost and found

  Once was lost, now am found I cut the branch, golden bough Find your Special Branch, the gun go blauwe I’m Chulainn’s hound cooling down after a spate of crimes I’m laying low in my home estate after an eight star chase. Back at the ranch, second tranche Second time in France, sign the contract…

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  23rd Jul 2024

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• World on the March

  From the vantage of a top window I watch khaki ants vanish  Factions action bound make passage  Leaving in jolly batches, in patchwork and motley  Returning in patch and blood-blotted bandage Hand in hand the gas damaged living in the land of Nod Distant action  A sense of traction, of freefall  Inked names suffer no…

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  5th Jun 2024

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• Notification of Death 1915

  She hears gravel level Level step of a step sergeant Loud chest his jangling medals of charge  His thumb web black from repeated discharge within a yard of target  He hands over a cream card, says Mrs Hargreaves my heart grieves When one leaks, indeed all England bleeds  I know that he died on his…

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  5th Jun 2024

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