THE SECOND WORLD WAR **Milton Acorn** Down Great George Street, up to the station; The skirl of pipes the very thrill of your nerves With the pipemaster (only man who has the Gaelic) Ahead with his great baton, his strut and toss proud as any man whos ever walked. This is where we came in; this has happened before Only the last time there was cheering. So few came back they changed the name of the regiment So therere no cheers now. Tho there are crowds Standing silent, eyes wide as dolls eyes, but brighter Trying to memorize every face. This is where we came in. It happened before. The last time was foolishness Nows got to be done because of the last foolishness. In the ranks, perfectly in step (with the pipes even Im perfectly in step) Im thinking of THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS: The White Kings armies marching while he sleeps; We are his dream . . . At least it seems that way. Theyre so clumsy the front line topples The second line topples over it; and on it goes -- line after line, eyes glazed straight forward Shoulders back, spines held stiffly unnatural Toppling over the line before So few came back they abolished the regiment. I was lucky -- sickness and bad marksmanship. Man by man wed sworn to take our guns back, man by man we didnt. One man -- one war -- thats all hes usually good for. Now a strange short-haired subculture Glares at us out of the TV set Snarling the news, every phrase or disguised opinion as if it was a threat, which it is. This is where we came in Its happened before This last time was right But ended in foolishness. It has happened before. It will happen again. To end in foolishness?
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 15:16:36 +0000
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