The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 87

1918-2018 Men of Passchendaele Oonah Joslin See, the flood flows under a crazy moon and warps the planks we laid across the mud. Eyes loom perpetual, watery in the gloom beneath the stars amid the smell of blood. Tree stumps like empty signposts yield nothing; but stand like sentries at hell's door. Entrenched, abandoned in the field our hopes that wars should be no more. We trample the knowledge that death is unkind. Life is the next cigarette and a hard won mile. Impervious now to shellfire, eyes forever blind meet ours that cannot weep and cannot smile. Five Australians, members of a field artillery brigade, passing along a duckboard track over mud ...1917 Australia War Memorial 87