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Naming of Parts

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For to-day we have naming of parts.

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War Story

What is war?
Dis ting dat I saw.
Dis ting dat I saw.
Pon da ground,
Death piled high in mounds.
Hillocks of Pillocks
Dat lost dem lives at dat mortal sound.
Me wan you, and you and you.
Your lives spread here pon da grasstips like dew.
For is it not your duty,
And is it not due to me
Dat you lay down your life fi Queen and cuntry?
So friend, Roman, cuntryman len’ me your ear,
Your heart, your soul,
But leave your fear.
Before dis day is done dis will be a vale of everyman tear.
Fi we march forward in solidarity,
Our deaths are not pointless if we die togedda
In a spirit of unity.
Dis is de cant and dis de talk,
So these men nah even baulk.
But da call dem obey
And like young pups to de slaughter dem bound into de fray.
One shot, two shot, t’ree shot, four,
De first of dem – drop – like a stone to de floor.
And at da sight of ‘im blud
It clear fear nah gon stay at de door.
And soon it won’t be wort countin’,
As life pon life jus keeps on mountin’.
Death take ‘im toll.
Look aroun’, not a single, unbroken soul.
Deez men once stood proud like tree,
Now fallen like so many autumn leaves.
And unswept dem trampled by dem warring breddas.
Dat message won’t mek it ‘ome to dem dotin’ moddas.
Death is de only victor
Foolish dem, dat thought war all adventure and youthful elixir.
Foolish we, who waved goodbye to de best of our generation.
How are we to rebuild our impoverished nation.
Me tell you,
Let us never again cast our seeds
Pon dis field where me eyes av’ seen de sky weep and de earth ‘imself bleed.
Dis ting dat I saw.
Dis thing dat I saw
And me pray,
Me pray neva to see more.
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