大象传媒

Tracers streaked overhead
I looked around,so many dead
A whistling mortar changed to a shriek
A piece of shrapnel sliced ny cheek
Then the day turned into night,
We had been found by a Stuka flight
As we grovel in the sand
Scooping hollows, with clawing hands
Screaming engines culminating
In terrific detonations
Resisting the urge of panic flight
I lifted mieyes to the day turned night
Men had died where they stood
Entrails mixed with sand and blood
Blazing petrol lit the scene
There was a hole where the truck had been
Mangled bodies lay askeew
Some unmarked, but just afew,
Burning flesd and cordite fumes
This was the start- of the first of June

They speak of Dunkirk

They speak of Dunkirk with misty eyes,
The burning sun, the clear blue skies.
Some recall every scene,
When I remember,it's like a dream
Mind so numb with fatigue,
Fighting, marching, league after league,
Stukas diving perpendicular,
Aiming death at one in particular.
Children left in some grotesque pose,
Minus hair,skin and clothes,
Bodies bundled onto a cart,
Gelatinous movement as it starts.
Comrades drop at either side,
Courage starts a downward slide,
Officer cries," O bloody heck!"
As shrapnel scalps him
from brow to neck....
Fhis is where we'll fight or die"
Then we move, under a darkened sky
Frustrated cries on our lips
"When are we going to get to grips?"
Now inretrospect i see
The men who led us, knew less than we....
We killed men by the score
To be replace by hundreds more.
Three long weeks on our feet,
Many times in our sleep,
Our humiliation was complete,
Strange we never dreamt of defeat....
Then we found the Dunkirk sands
Were we to leave this ravished land?
Desolation all around
Burning trucks cratered ground
Ashen faces of exhausted men
Yet they rallied again and again
Still the killing was not over
till we reached the cliffs of Dover
Down our cheeks our tears did stream
Are you sure it wasn't a dream

These poems and many others even more horrific were written by Bill. Copyright rests with Bill.If any one is interested in contacting Old Bill or using his poems send an e-mail or ring 0191 5862094 and I will make contact with him He is now very old and infirm but still in his right mind.

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