Transcrption by: Jouni A. Smed (email@example.com)
They disembarked in 45,
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart,
To sheath the sacrificial knives.
But now she stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again.
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And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades.
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A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
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And when the fight was over
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We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.
Updated: April 7/98