viernes, 13 de enero de 2012

Southampton Dock - Pink Floyd

They disembarked in 45 
and no one spoke and no one smiled 
there were too many spaces in the line 
gathered at the centaph 
all agreed with the hand on heart 
to sheath the sacrificial knifes 
but now 

she stands upon southampton dock 
with her handkerchief 
and her summer frock clings 
to her wet body in the rain 
in quiet desperation knuckles 
white upon the slippery reins 
she bravely waves the boys goodbye again 

and still the dark stain spreads between 
his shoulder blades 
a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves 
and when the fight was over 
we spent what they had made 
but in the bottom of our hearts 
we felt the final cut.

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