by D. Yengid | Mar 11, 2008 | Poetry
Do i pierce the night of an interior death when all around appears in bloom So much a Mask Just for friends in the silence of my Tomb But Christ can rise to roll the Stone So heavy in my breast And not snuff out This smouldering Wick That needs his promised...
by D. Yengid | Mar 1, 2008 | Poetry
Scots Guards taking Tumbledown Welsh Guards Sapper Hill Mount William crawling Gurkas Maroon machine cant keep still Marines yompin stompin stanley Fire fights all the way Sovereignty not negotiable The Junta has to pay Colonel H Jones May rest his bones V.C.classical...
