Hooge
The moon – frozen eye –
Stares down stupidly,
And the wind licks
A few bare sticks,
Once trees:
And near the craters on the ground
Where the road winds round
Like wounded snake,
One sees
A painted wooden stake!
Roderick Watson Kerr
The moon – frozen eye –
Stares down stupidly,
And the wind licks
A few bare sticks,
Once trees:
And near the craters on the ground
Where the road winds round
Like wounded snake,
One sees
A painted wooden stake!
from War Daubs (London: John Lane, 1919)
Reproduced by kind permission of the family of Roderick Watson Kerr.
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