World War Two Poems

1.

HERO’S DEATH 1948

They said “He died a hero’s death,

Kathleen; you should be proud”,

I did not see bright glory’s blaze;

My head was ever bowed.

I valued not his country's praise;

I cursed all bestial war,

And they who said “hero’s death”

My very soul did jarr.

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2.

FULL MOON 1945

Cold bomber’s moon....

Chill my spine with your icy breath.

Cold, treacherous moon,

That lighted my love to his death.

Seems long, since you were my friend;

Your harvest days are o’er.

Ne’er again I’ll revel in your sweet silver gleam

On the golden cornfields; no more.

How could I ever have learned to love

Neath your baleful, satanic stare?

How did I mistake those devils from hell

For moonbeams, dancing there?

And you grinned and spread your cold silver breath

On each living thing all around;

On my love’s dear, young face, raising mine to his kiss --

On the fresh green blade on the ground.

Harvest moon, that I’ve loved -

Bombers moon, that I’ve feared -

Will your shining never be dimmed?

Must I ever recall, in each moonlit hall

His voice, with emotion brimmed;

Saying “Soon my sweet, we’ll be together,

Soon this sad war will be o’er...”

But yon cruel moon shone bright next night.

And I saw my darling no more.

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