[00:00.092]They disembarked in 45
[00:04.689]And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
[00:08.947]There were too many spaces in the line
[00:17.907]Gathered at the cenotaph
[00:22.348]All agreed with the hand on heart
[00:27.129]To sheath the sacrificial knives
[00:32.222]But now
[00:34.364]She stands upon Southampton Dock
[00:39.458]With her handkerchief
[00:41.391]And her summer frock clings
[00:44.422]To her wet body in the rain
[00:52.389]In quiet desperation knuckles
[00:57.143]White upon the slippery reins
[01:01.271]She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
[01:10.466]
[01:22.769]And still the dark stain spreads between
[01:27.132]Their shoulder blades
[01:34.185]A mute reminder of the poppy field and graves
[01:44.425]And when the fight was over
[01:51.034]We spent what they had made
[01:55.240]But in the bottom of our hearts
[02:00.151]We felt the final cut
[02:02.449]
[02:09.581]-The End-