‘Blood’s dirt,’ he laughed, looking away Far off to where his wound had bled And almost merged for ever into clay. ‘The world is washing out its stains,’ he said. ‘It doesn’t like our cheeks so red: Young blood’s its great objection. But when we’re duly white-washed, being dead, The race will bear Field-Marshal God’s [...]
December 2nd, 2011 | Tags: Africa, Benin, Blood is Dirt, crime fiction, novel, poem, poetry, Robert Wilson, thriller, Tom Vater, war poet, Wilfred Owen, World War One, WWI | Category: UK, Writer's Book Reviews | Leave a comment