Kigiityuyguiuyigyuf Flashcards
All in the valley of death
Honour the charge they made
Into the jaws of death
Into the mouth of hell
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Noble six hundred
Merciless iced east winds that knive us
Attacked once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey
We turn back to our dying
But nothing happens
Probably armed possibly not
Three of a kind all letting fly
I see every round as it ripped thru his life
Spasms of paper red
I went into your bedroom and released a songbird from its cage
The dove pulled freely against the sky ornamental stitch
Home again to ordinary pain
To fields which don’t explode beneath the feet of running children
In the nightmare heat
Blood stained into foreign dust
100 agonies in black and white
My mother never spoke again in his presence
He must have wondered which had been a better way to die
Little boats strung out like bunting on a Green-blue translucent sea