As we commemorate of the centenary of the battle of the Somme, I thought it would be appropriate to share a poem I wrote some years ago, inspired by the pointless sacrifice of human life in that awful battle.
Wings of Angels
Upon the hillside, weary night
surrenders to advancing light.
A bird ascends and flies away
and sings for the beauty of the new-born day.
Down in the valley, trembling lines
of young men greet the bleak sunshine
with dread, and mix their fear with shame
as they pray to a god they have never named.
That morning, as the guns began their song
one man stood strangely calm and strong.
The captain thought of his wasted life,
of his failed career and his faithless wife.
He dreamed of a ribbon and a brazen cross,
well aware that his death would be no loss,
So he looked at the hilltop with…
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