Also After Lemnos Island, Also Anzac
The hours I spent on lemnos bare
Are as a string of bones to me,
I rattle them and pause to swear
Most volubly.
Oh, bones of vanished rest and peace,
A pledge of long lost L.S.D.,
I count them o'er and pay to Greece
My fervent B...,
Oh, bully beef and biscuit hard,
Oh, black and milkless Army tea,
No more for me, poor war-torn bard
No, not for me.
Lemnos October
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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