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An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

−0.4774 − 0.1095i

Drawing the boundary…

Tail-End Charlie

by Richard

−0.4780 − 0.1347i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

What did she give for her wedding-ring?
All that a woman may! 
What did the gifts to the giver bring?
Only an idol of clay. 
All the sweet dreams of her girlhood years,
All that a heart could hold; 
All of her hopes and all of her fears, 
All of her smiles and all of her tears.
For one little circle of gold.

Told she the world of the bitter cheat?
Ah, no! With a smiling face 
She clothed her idol from head to feet
With the garments of her grace. 
And no one knew of the tears she wept;
Her griefs they were never guessed, 
For hid in her heart of hearts she kept 
Her thorns of woe. And so she slept
With her hands across her breast.

Tail-End Charlie

by Richard

Belly cold, in the dark he rides, 
Lancaster's tail, where the danger hides
Tail-end Charlie, the loneliest soul, 
a speck of dust 'gainst the fiery whole
Four engines roar, a symphony grim, 
a bomber's ballet, a deadly hymn

He scans the inky black, a watchful eye,
for the Messerschmitt's bite, the flak that flies
His fingers grip the guns, a steady hand, 
the bomber's shield, the last line of sand
Tail-end Charlie, a hero unsung, 
guarding his brothers, their victory sprung

Icy wind whips, through the perspex dome, 
tracers like streaks, lighting up his home
He fights the bite, the endless strain, 
a sleepless vigil, a pouring rain
Of fear and sweat, as the bomber pounds, 
enemy cities, on hallowed grounds

The bombs fall heavy, a fiery rain, 
a sacrifice made, for freedom's gain
He knows the danger, the ever-present threat, 
but courage unyielding, he won't back down yet

Though history whispers, their names may fade, 
their bravery echoes, a debt we've all paid
Tail-end Charlie, the lone wolf's cry, 
a guardian angel, soaring in the sky

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