Printed below are two poems from Echoes of an African War. To view a low resolution sample image of these poems as they appear in Echoes of an African War, please click on the poem title(s).
Infantry
Is still the Queen of battle.
Still sends her soldiers
Pounding in on foot.
A footslogger’s feet are as vital to him as the rifle he carries.
He cares for them both with equal devotion
Which, perhaps,
It is why
A dead soldier’s boots
Draped out of a chopper
With the toes turned out
Is the saddest sight of them all.
This strange plane
Disgorges
Lord Soames
Who trundles across the tarmac, shining pinkly
In all his British glory.
We are English again
That unfamiliar tune
Plays, once more, on Rhodesian soil
As the band pounds out
God Save The Queen
And God help us.
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