Representation of War - Oral presentation James and Mark
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<strong>James</strong> Prince<br />
<strong>Mark</strong> Harwood-Nash
I am singing to you<br />
S<strong>of</strong>t as a man with a dead child<br />
speaks;<br />
Hard as a man in h<strong>and</strong>cuffs,<br />
Held where he cannot move:<br />
Under the sun<br />
Are sixteen million men,<br />
Chosen for shining teeth,<br />
Sharp eyes, hard legs,<br />
And a running <strong>of</strong> young warm<br />
blood in their wrists.<br />
And a red juice runs on the green<br />
grass;<br />
And a red juice soaks the dark soil.<br />
And the sixteen million are killing. .<br />
. <strong>and</strong> killing<br />
<strong>and</strong> killing.<br />
I never forget them day or night:<br />
They beat on my head for memory <strong>of</strong> them;<br />
They pound on my heart <strong>and</strong> I cry back to<br />
them,<br />
To their homes <strong>and</strong> women, dreams <strong>and</strong><br />
games.<br />
I wake in the night <strong>and</strong> smell the trenches,<br />
And hear the low stir <strong>of</strong> sleepers in lines<br />
Sixteen million sleepers <strong>and</strong> pickets in the<br />
dark:<br />
Some <strong>of</strong> them long sleepers for always,<br />
Some <strong>of</strong> them tumbling to sleep to-morrow<br />
for always,<br />
Fixed in the drag <strong>of</strong> the world's heartbreak,<br />
Eating <strong>and</strong> drinking, toiling. . . on a long job <strong>of</strong><br />
killing.<br />
Sixteen million men.
<strong>War</strong> drags men to the very edge,<br />
Where they must shut completely<br />
down<br />
All emotion, all caring, all feeling<br />
Just to survive the experience.<br />
Impervious to pain, suffering <strong>and</strong><br />
death,<br />
They blankly assimilate war's<br />
horror<br />
And continue on as human shells<br />
Who have experienced too much<br />
death,<br />
Who have seen too much<br />
destruction,<br />
Old men in young boys bodies<br />
Who will never…be quite the<br />
same,<br />
For they can never, ever<br />
Come all the way back…<br />
Some do not even try,<br />
<strong>War</strong> has destroyed their known<br />
world,<br />
Replacing it with the unknown.<br />
Where they have bottled up<br />
Reserved, suppressed, depressed<br />
Their survival secrets<br />
A whacked world stilted, tilted,<br />
That has completely turned over,<br />
It so hard just to hang on to.<br />
Others, simply topple over the edge<br />
To remain there forever.