El Alamein
Two corpses lay jagged in the sand
Missing limbs their blood had run dry
But this was not noticed
By the congregation party
Who were digging their graves
Comrades
Bury me in the high light
In the soft shifting sands
Return to your children before year fall
And hold them in your hands
Shadow Soldiers
Do not flinch boys
Keep moving
Ignore me
For these sands will soon swallow
My shattered remains
But not my summoned soul
JT 1942