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Death was everywhere,
in the air
and in the sounds
coming off the mounds
of Bolton's Ridge.
Death's anchorage.
When you rolled a smoke
or told a joke,
it was in the laughter
and drinking water
it approached the beach
as strings of cutters,
dropped into the sea and lay around us.
Death was in the ancient fortress,
shelled by a million bullets
from gunners, waiting in the copses
with hearts that threatened to pop their boxes,
as we advanced into the sun
death was all and everyone.
Death hung in the smoke and clung
to 400 acres of useless beachfront.
A bank of red earth, dripping down death
now, and now, and now
in the air
and in the sounds
coming off the mounds
of Bolton's Ridge.
Death's anchorage.
Death was in the staring sun,
fixing its eyes on everyone.
It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen
still lying out there in the open
as we, advancing in the sun
sing Death
to
all
and
everyone.
- Album:
- The Hope Six Demolition Project
- The Glorious Land (Single)
- Is this desire?
- Miscellaneous
- White Chalk
- A Woman, A Man, Walked By
- Dance Hall At Louse Point
- Let England Shake
- To Bring You My Love
- Guilty
- The Wheel
- The Community Of Hope
- The Orange Monkey
- Radioactive
- Live From La Maroquinerie, Paris 2011
- FRESH (Vol.1)
- Uh Huh Her
- Uh Huh Her (EU version standard)
- Uh Huh Her (non EU version standard)
- Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea