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Ghosts of War

E. Alan Mackintosh

When you and I are buried
With grasses over head,
The memory of our fights will stand
Above this bare and tortured land,
We knew ere we were dead.

Though grasses grow at Vimy,
And poppies at Messines,
And in High Wood the children play,
The craters and the graves will stay
To show what things have been.

Though all be quiet in day-time,
The night shall bring a change,
And peasants walking home will see
Shell-torn meadow and riven tree,
And their own fields grown strange.

They shall hear live men crying,
They shall see dead men lie,
Shall hear the rattling Maxims fire,
And by the broken twists of wire
Gold flares light up the sky.

And in their new-built houses
The frightened folk will see
Pale bombers coming down the street,
And hear the flurry of charging feet,
And the crash of Victory.

This is our Earth baptizèd
With the red wine of War.
Horror and courage hand in hand
Shall brood upon the stricken land
In silence evermore.


E. Alan Mackintosh

War, the Liberator and Other Pieces (London: John Lane, the Bodley Head, 1918)

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Poetry By Heart Scotland post-1914 pride trauma World War I
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E. Alan Mackintosh1893 - 1917

The war poems of E. Alan Mackintosh are imbued with a sense of duty to his fellow soldiers and a deep sympathy for the sufferings of all the men at the Front.
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