John F. McCullagh
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sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L
The newcomers killed my woman,
Ransacked my cave and killed my child.
My brother and I had been out hunting,
The only reason we’re still alive.
We noticed first as we drew closer
The sacred fire had gone out.
We dropped our catch and sniffed the air-
When I smelled blood I grabbed my axe.
My spirit dropped, my heart was saddened
My woman and my child lay dead
The newcomers had speared the baby
A club caved in my woman’s head.
My brother took the child to bury
I built a rock cairn for my mate
I stroked her matted hair in ...
The Christmas Truce,1914
In the dark, past no man's land,
When the cold night's wind whispered low,
We heard a most incongruous sound;
christmas carols sung by our foe.
Someone raised a flag of truce
and we met them on contested ground.
We shared our food, some cigarettes.
Andhummed along with their joyful sound.