War Without Honours Poem by Mark Heathcote
War Without Honours
I read today about a Pollack worthless as mud
Who married a woman no man should ever love
She wailed in great despair all day and night
So he drank and drank to numb the daylight.
She'd beat him like a dog and left him a bone
And he'd lick his wounds without any moan.
And always, always came home on all fours…
They were both survivors of war without honours.
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