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Sunday, 26 April 2020

Demobbed by Donald Henry Lea

And as no splendid vision came my way,
As soldier-men are apt to live ‒ from day to day ‒
I lived; and ate my rations, had my smoke,
With fear’s head (like an ostrich) hid in joke.
More oft with somewhat frank and lurid speech
Gibed at the joys of battle poets preach ‒
Strange ‘joy’ that lair’d with rats and fear,
Fled when a barrage fell so near, so near!
Then rest was mine, and rest and peace did bring
Transition and a self-examining;
How one had fail’d! The great became the small.
Walks humbleness my brothers with you all?
No idle curiosity doth bring
My pen to frame so blunt a questioning.

From: Ricketts, Harry, “’Fear’s head hid in joke’: Donald H. Lea and Alfred Clark, Two New Zealand First World War Poets” in New Zealand Literature, Vol. 33, No. 2, December 2015, pp. 59-60.
(https://search-informit-com-au.ezproxy-f.deakin.edu.au/documentSummary;dn=652525097687761;res=IELLCC)

Date: 1919

By: Donald Henry Lea (?1879-1960)