(for the dead of World War I...in eternal life)
is he the one standing there trying to recall
was it Camelot or Avalon he loved when he was small;
Atlantis?
was it Camelot or Avalon he loved when he was small;
Atlantis?
have words grown underground, no longer to be found
the blocks he played with as a boy
each letter like a castle he could capture toy by toy
the blocks he played with as a boy
each letter like a castle he could capture toy by toy
what was warfare then
the game of let's pretend a fortress in a garden close
the Christmas leaden soldiers out for a stroll
by the piano with the piano rolls
the Christmas leaden soldiers out for a stroll
by the piano with the piano rolls
out for a lark. if not a song.
is he the one waiting there so long
for the gas lights to come on
is he the one waiting there so long
for the gas lights to come on
like pale green swamp gas, just a spark
it flickers and it's gone into the Dark
the slogging through the mud
it flickers and it's gone into the Dark
the slogging through the mud
the gaping wounded and the life to come
suddenly made real, from all our zeal
jagged as pure lightning
suddenly made real, from all our zeal
jagged as pure lightning
on a filmstruck reel
we're off lads we're off the planet now
and vivid as you please
we're off lads we're off the planet now
and vivid as you please
and sorry for the way we took our leave, somehow,
Time out of mind...the sweethearts kind;
from grief, they're blind and cannot feel us near
Time out of mind...the sweethearts kind;
from grief, they're blind and cannot feel us near
and do not see us in the starry spheres,
the ghosts we left behind.
the ghosts we left behind.
mary angela douglas 11 november 2018
