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Friday, 8 November 2013

Light After Darkness by Edward Wyndham Tennant

(Hulluch Road, October 1915)

Once more the Night, like some great dark drop-scene
Eclipsing horrors for a brief entr’acte,
Descends, lead-weighty.  Now the space between,
Fringed with the eager eyes of men, is racked
By spark-tailed lights, curvetting far and high,
Swift smoke-flecked coursers, raking the black sky.

And as each sinks in ashes grey, one more
Rises to fall, and so through all the hours
They strive like petty empires by the score,
Each confident of its success and powers,
And, hovering at its zenith, each will show
Pale, rigid faces, lying dead, below.

There shall they lie, tainting the innocent air,
Until the dawn, deep veiled in mournful grey,
Sadly and quietly shall lay them bare,
The broken heralds of a doleful day.

From: http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/mia_lightafterdarkness.htm

Date: 1915

By: Edward Wyndham Tennant (1897-1916)