Poems

The Kind Ghosts She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms Out of the stillness of her palace wall, Her wall of boys on […]

The Last Laugh ‘Oh! Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns […]

The Letter With B.E.F. Jun 10. Dear Wife, (Oh blast this pencil. ‘Ere, Bill, lend’s a knife.) I’m in the pink at present, dear. I think […]

The Next War War’s a joke for me and you, Wile we know such dreams are true. – Siegfried Sassoon Out there, we’ve walked quite friendly […]

The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a […]

The Roads Also The roads also have their wistful rest, When the weathercocks perch still and roost, And the looks of men turn kind to clocks […]

The Send-Off 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 […]

The Sentry We’d found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, but never quite […]

The Show My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a sad land, weak with […]

The Unreturning Suddenly night crushed out the day and hurled Her remnants over cloud-peaks, thunder-walled. Then fell a stillness such as harks appalled When far-gone dead […]