The Thinking Poet



Do you remember that old war song?

Can't recall the words;

Something about Lilli under lamplight.

Strange how both sides sang it

As the granite fist of death left carnage strewn.

Can you remember the tune?


Then waiting

Whilst memory's ruffled waters stirred and cleared,

There came out of silence soldiers singing.


Like ashes of a bonfire stirred by impish winds

The scattered dust of millions rose up wraith-like;

And as one great gang,

Assembled without enmity,

They sang.