they disembarked
in 45
and no one spoke
and no one smiled
there were too
many spaces in the line
gathered at the
cenotaph
all agreed with
hand on heart
to sheath the
sacrificial knifes
but now
she stands upon
southampton dock
with her handkerchief
and her summer
frock clings
to her wet body
in the rain
in quiet desperation
knuckles
white upon the
slippery reins
she bravely waves
the boys goodbye again
and still the
dark stain spreads between
his shoulder blades
a mute reminder
of the poppy fields and graves
and when the fight
was over
we spent what
they had made
but in the bottom
of our hearts
we felt the final
cut
© 1983 pink floyd music publishers ltd.
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