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Percussion cleaves the air, And lightning strikes with fearfull force, Smoke, acrid, smothering, chokes, As white hot metal flies its zig zag course Purple pain pulses in scorching heat, Stumbling steps painfully climb to noisy open air, New view as bolt from southern sky Has turned the world to madness, rare. Staccato Sound as flying windmill Fans burning face and clutched tight hands, Guiding pressure, soothing voices, Hurting back, as ambulance lands. Follows now torture time, Sadist surgeon plies his trade, Brain runs red and black with crying, Soon flesh appears, new moulded made. Despite the blue moods Model patient in happiness grows, This ordinary guy, no hero claims, Living life in summer glows. If this itself is no brave thing, This war, this battle. this struggle to cope, Then this true soul, this extraordinary man, Points the way to fullfilling hope. SIR GALAHAD 1982 |