tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645225277020830773.post6800664488743880359..comments2024-03-03T15:03:03.082+00:00Comments on The English Miscellany: Poetry at War with Itself: the Sound of FutilityDr Ian McCormickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15274889508215448048noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645225277020830773.post-47409822256866300002013-12-09T15:59:41.298+00:002013-12-09T15:59:41.298+00:00When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead
When ...When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead<br /><br />When you see millions of the mouthless dead <br />Across your dreams in pale battalions go, <br />Say not soft things as other men have said, <br />That you'll remember. For you need not so. <br />Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know<br /> It is not curses heaped on each gashed head? <br />Nor tears. Their blind eyes see Dr Ian McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15274889508215448048noreply@blogger.com