10 November 2012
For remembrance day.
Hands reached out and Grabbed my heels as I walk through this Once bloody field They were just everyday hands Miners, carpenters The hand of the butchers boy, the bank clerk the Local Johnny no good The tinkerer, the tailor the Poacher.
All pressed for the glory The glory of war A glory lost knee deep in mud Where the devil played poker with Fate for the right souls The ferryman wanders rattling his purse
Before my feet the Poppies sway like men before their duties and calls
The field sits scarlet Where once the shells screamed now overgrown with moss and memories
Whispers glide by me Idle banter, everyday chat Sport... Sisters getting engaged.. Mothers Ill.. Why?
Machine gun to the front Pistol to the back All it will take and they falter
And every step was made of duty, Glory forsaken as a lost cause, every step one closer to home.
How many names beneath this soil? How many stories feed these poppies?
And how many dreams still lie bleeding?
Walk the battlefields and you shall feel those hands Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
"In war there are no unwounded soldiers" ~Jose Narosky
Let Us Honour Them • Opuss № I