Moroccan Retreat. - Poem by Ashley Hawkes
High on desert winds they sail,
sand blows in to fill their trail.
As memories of the battle fade
they hoist their flag in search of shade.
Camels loll like snoring hills
their heaving ribs soaked in the kill
the men dismount in need of luck,
the way home choked, their words dried up
Lips cracked and looking pale,
the bugle boy is feeling frail.
Helmet split and lost at sea
hallucination soothes disease.
Mercy, Mercy, Sweet Salvation
Deliver him his destination
As shadows stretch from the sinking sun,
the dark commando cocks his gun
eye's clenched tight, a brief prayer spoken
the shot rings out, the beasts are woken.
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