This poem is taken from Stand 216, 15(4) December 2017 - February 2018.
Two Poems
The first eleven Boys’ Brigade
Were they mad, that generation, or simply restless
like in nineteen-fourteen, itching for war
Lemmings who know by collective instinct –
the first eleven Boys’ Brigade
...
Were they mad, that generation, or simply restless
like in nineteen-fourteen, itching for war
Lemmings who know by collective instinct –
the first eleven Boys’ Brigade
...
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