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[sid] => 19264
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Burma
[time] => 2003-06-19 01:05:00
[hometext] => War Poetry- should be a section on it. because this poem is, Like 'Powder Monkeys', about war.
[bodytext] => I lost my leg at Burma. I lost my leg on a chance, when I gambled My dignity, to save a passing thought. Peace And now I walk where the bandages roam And stink of iodine and camphor Like an old dog, and old man A useless thing. Now twixt oaken tree trunks of crutch I hobble and dance unintentionally While lads who play football scuffle Around me like a goal post. My eyes are dry, I don’t need to weep I keep my hands busy as they fleck And peck at the supports. The Japs are coming. Now. Rifle bucks and spins and turns. My own is one the floor Bedded comrade and companion The World is dark. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 57 [informant] => Wellington [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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