tommy

Tommy

On what corner of a foreign field,
did England die?
Only to have angels cry upon blood
stained glory.
Tommies full of furious melancholy,
sang over the top through innocent
voices .
So in hellish fury,
it pierced through the old man's lies.
In thick,foul,earth the west fell upon
the reaper's knife.And on beggar's knee,
Tommy cried out invisible to the'Heart's
and Mind's'of loved ones strayed faraway
in some patriotic glory.
Purged fear of devils that lie in state,
endless in the buried youth of infancy.
Killed glory,the tears of England blood-thick,
lost in the heart of an Englishman.