by Finn | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry
The beat of the drum has gone now my friend, now that we’re cold in the ground. The notes of the bugle strained to their end, now in our shrouds we are bound. Queen, Country and duties’ prime call, soldiers they mark and divide, we kept the faith we followed them all,...
by Finn | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry
Can you hear the slender notes of flutes climbing the soft night, weaving through silks which rise and fall with scents of musk heady on the air, enough to drown to-day enough to fall into tomorrow Glimpse of beauty, glimpse of sorrow, Beguiling with ancient promise,...
by Finn | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry
Molecule torn from molecule, sentience retreats, Water unbound returns from separate drops. Was it slow or swift this re-arranging of parts? How long the moment of dying when hot fusion of semtex and metal prises soul from body in a nano second, ripping life from...
by Finn | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry
Two thousand feet a second is the speed of death. Sharp points turning, turning. Bullets spin outstripping sound, cleaving air which flames bright in the closing day. This one’s personal, though, this one’s mine. Two thousand feet a second and death breathes a...
by Finn | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry
We’re out on the front line again And the hot metal’s flying full by No armour, no cover, no backup Looks like it’s our turn to die. Some b****r back there got it wrong ‘just a recce, that’s all that we need’ but hell opened up when we got here all the demons of...
