Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
The Returned Man - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THEY thought that he would come back
But still a hero with tales to tell.
So, when there were no tales,
Only blank silences--
When he lay for hours
Staring through leafing branches
And forgot them
They tried to arouse him, saying:
'The war is over.'
But when he turned on them
His shadowed eyes
Knowing that they lied!
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